I was authentic
I satisfied the cravings you desired.
Skin on skin the only perceived love.
Skin on skin, precious words realised.
Skin on skin only for a moment.
I worked long hours,
24 hour shifts,
Just to replenish happiness.
Without looking back,
To the person that left you.
Lust can be dangerous,
It has a way to overpower love.
I drenched this page with emotions.
Emotions are to be set free.
Poetry my gateway for realise.
Poetry where fear has no existence.
Poetry heals my broken heart.
Each line has a drop of my blood,
Sweat drips from my throbbing head.
Tears gently glide down my face,
Poetry is my passion.