Once more it seems I am standing
Bound by fate
A lock and key that is never too demanding
Flesh with flesh
But it’s never enough
Misty breath
And screaming lungs
A thousand pictures painted by fire
Always building
Crafted by desire
Its never ending
If you push ill push back
Different bodies bending
But soon things always stop
Sense catches up
When you’re standing at the bottom looking toward the top.

Unknown "Pepper" Calm - 16 years, 8 months, 12 days ago