Somewhere in the dark recess
of thoughts and needs I daren’t confess
are images I do profess
to hold dear to my heart
Forged in the confines of my mind
and fires that burn, so bright they blind
me to the truth oh so unkind,
we’ll always be apart.
I’ll never feel your sweet embrace
for willingly I take my place
just somewhere else in time and space
blah blah blah blah blah blah
Oh god I am stopping right there I hated that it was so rubbish…My heart doesn’t hold dearest sweet images, if anything it would happily choke you maybe. And who craves such sweet embrace. Teenagers maybe and those in the first flush of passion but most my age need to get to bed instead of lingering with anything because they will need to get up for a piss at about 3am.
Hmm wonder if I am all poem’d out for a while.