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"come to me" A 'LOVE' POEM by: Eddie De La Rosa dressed in all black she dances around my mind
with a black rose in her hair she sings in my heart
with black finger nail polish she scrathches at my soul
i see her shadow scatter through my memory
her sweet whispering voice rests in the air lingering
she speaks in poetry to me
possesed by something more than herself
by something more than me
but her undeniable dark eyes is all i see
the curiosity of her comes to me in images of smoke
her kiss on my neck goes straight through my throat
choke
on something so potent
long black hair and silky smooth skin
she is the most delightful taste of sin
don't want it to end so i am afraid to let it begin
she is knocking on my being wanting to be let in
but i cannot free her or myself for she does not exist
so potent was the posion of her non existing kiss
but how can something so impossiable feel so real
i feel her in blood sending my skin a warm chill
i can see her
the stars form her body
the moon makes her face
so real is this ugliness that no washing can erase
set me free
from this prison i am captured in
oh love set me free from your hold
so cold is my heart
that only a love created by the pain can create
so dark is my soul
that only a hope created by hate can make
such cruel irony entraps me
alone to my thoughts
my poetry
and the love i do not have
waiting
for the one who has never been here
waiting
for the one who left
waiting
for the one who gives life to death
to the death of my belief in something so crazy
this angel sent to me in the form of a lady
how can it be that i am so torn and twisted
how can it be that i write of something i know not
how do i speak of something i have no knowledge of
yet speak as if it is something i forgot
like a childhood memory faded by years of torment
my soul begs and pleas for a love that i desire
for a love that will set my heart on fire
and make my spirit sing in unison like a choir
come to me
or you have you forsaken me
with a black rose in her hair she sings in my heart
with black finger nail polish she scrathches at my soul
i see her shadow scatter through my memory
her sweet whispering voice rests in the air lingering
she speaks in poetry to me
possesed by something more than herself
by something more than me
but her undeniable dark eyes is all i see
the curiosity of her comes to me in images of smoke
her kiss on my neck goes straight through my throat
choke
on something so potent
long black hair and silky smooth skin
she is the most delightful taste of sin
don't want it to end so i am afraid to let it begin
she is knocking on my being wanting to be let in
but i cannot free her or myself for she does not exist
so potent was the posion of her non existing kiss
but how can something so impossiable feel so real
i feel her in blood sending my skin a warm chill
i can see her
the stars form her body
the moon makes her face
so real is this ugliness that no washing can erase
set me free
from this prison i am captured in
oh love set me free from your hold
so cold is my heart
that only a love created by the pain can create
so dark is my soul
that only a hope created by hate can make
such cruel irony entraps me
alone to my thoughts
my poetry
and the love i do not have
waiting
for the one who has never been here
waiting
for the one who left
waiting
for the one who gives life to death
to the death of my belief in something so crazy
this angel sent to me in the form of a lady
how can it be that i am so torn and twisted
how can it be that i write of something i know not
how do i speak of something i have no knowledge of
yet speak as if it is something i forgot
like a childhood memory faded by years of torment
my soul begs and pleas for a love that i desire
for a love that will set my heart on fire
and make my spirit sing in unison like a choir
come to me
or you have you forsaken me