Burn in yearning
I need you to promise me
please I need this to be.
don't dare touch my skin
for it puts fire in my heart of tin
don't look into my eyes, please don't yearn
If I fall I know I wont survive the inevitable burn
don't whisper my name
i'd lose all that keeps me tame
please don't stand that near
i don't want to explain my fear
I love you but I long to not
you make my head feel like i've been shot
are you really for me
or is this a lie never meant to be
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Love this | 0 | 09/11/2011 |
| Burn in yearning | 0 | 09/11/2011 |
| Hopelessly Falling, Lifelessly Calling | 5 | 02/23/2010 |
| Somber Passions | 0 | 02/16/2010 |
| Run | 0 | 02/16/2010 |
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| Let me be | 2 | 11/23/2009 |
| Comatose | 3 | 11/18/2009 |
| The Phantom of Reality | 3 | 11/18/2009 |
| Run | 2 | 11/18/2009 |
| King of Dreams | 5 | 09/16/2009 |
| Forever Alone | 3 | 09/14/2009 |
| Kiss Me Sweetly, Kill Me Gently | 4 | 09/01/2009 |
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