Poems from akylus
Beautiful woman,
Confess a little,
Love for me,
Tell me you love me,
Beautiful woman,
Talk to me.
- akylus
anything you do,
can get you shot in the head,
including nothing.
- akylus
You are neither,
Thought nor memory,
You're a craving,
In my blood,
A spasm in my heart,
A ceaseless echo in the soul,
Recurring again,
And...
Oh, I pity those,
hearts untouched,
By the madness,
Of love.
What tedious repetitions,
Their lives,
Must be.