Posted by: Carlos Hurworth on: July 22, 2008
why is my mind always going
to somewhere the ive known and am knowing
is a thought so bizzare
manifested from a longing.
to comfort and be held,
to love and desire
-to be comsumed and go far…
those eyes of such beautyous gaze
penetrate and amaze.
im lured in, wrapped in weakness,
ready to pin my heart to my sleeve.
with a flurry of words
not a thought,
no rationale.
drugged by me.
drunk on emotion.
