Bottom Lip

It’s always been your lips.

Why aren't you in the presence of my wishes?

To always be shown your departure

as sudden as the arrival of someone’s flesh.

Face, lips, a distorted concept of wishes unknown

to this sudden taste of flesh on a primitive reasoning,

feeling so fresh as my mind drifts to a sense of carnal dishes.

I see your face and nothing more.

And as you distance yourself

I crawl towards you begging for release

of this hold you have in recurring dreams.

I crave your lips and that is all.

For I wish for more but it seems all i long for is a kiss.

It is in your smile that an unknown kills me... So swift.

nccuco

Argue

Understand?

Words of discomfort,

misleading rimes

to compel towards a distance measured by time.

The choice to be appealing

when my voice tells lies

that cannot withstand the boundaries of this band that unites us.

For it does not,

not any longer hold tight to your grasp

for I unwillingly departed myself from such a task.

Feelings unheard,

words unfelt.

She is my third concept of failure.

You've dealt my cards and I only see dark

nccuco