All I Want
I want my face
to be the last thing you see
before you close your eyes and sleep.
I want my voice
to calm the worry and sedate the pain
that smolders in your soul.
I want to memorize
the rhythm of your heartbeat
and how it feels beneath my hands.
I want those moments of happiness
that others take for granted.
I want you
to bring out the best in me
so that
I can be the best
for you.
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When My Silence Speaks | 0 | 02/16/2011 |
| Regret | 2 | 03/17/2010 |
| Just a Taste | 1 | 03/17/2010 |
| ...Quiet Nestles in My Hair | 1 | 03/17/2010 |
| Casual | 0 | 03/17/2010 |
| 5/18/03 | 0 | 03/01/2010 |
| Obsession | 1 | 03/01/2010 |
| Pink Wallpaper | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Dangerous Words | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Craving | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| all my hate | 1 | 07/28/2009 |
| All I Want | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
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