The Yearning

Lord I pray to spill my heart
upon this tile floor
that has been laid out in front of me
which blockades me from this door

This door of my bliss
Where I once was adored
yet leaving I have created
this wretched tile floor

This floor of my demise
in which I loath and despise
and it mocks me and my despair
with bitter coldness in it's eyes

Lord if I to spill my heart
upon this wretched tile floor
I feel as I'm capable
of sliding towards this door

Worries will be vanquished
The floor had been washed
with the blood of my heart
each tile to be tossed

The door shall be unlocked
and I will walk in
and be with my sweet daydream
never to leave again

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The Embrace

Words can't describe my heart beat
nor can they describe my smile
for that, may be the reason
why I haven't written for a while
my inclination is to love
to feel and to fill
my infatuation is to love
part us do death till
I've embraced the fear
smothered it with my heart
I've embraced the you
and from you I shalt not depart