|I had not long turned 16.|
|This poem means a lot to me. When I wrote it, I felt the ache in my heart and the longing in my bones. When I read it these days, I still feel the same. It is simple, but who needs long words to express something so personal and so tormentingly human? I read it softly and quietly. It has greater effect that way.|
This content is intended for mature audiences.
or, enter your birth date.*
|This seems to be quite a popular poem to the stragglers coming across my page. I don't mind, I quite like it as well.|
Your PlaceMy back floated to the sky,
I felt your touch,
Each finger tracing my pores,
If only you knew, your place.
Each pump of my heart
Fed my dependency of you,
I finally felt the earth,
How can I show you, your place.
Days as I live them
Grew longer and beautiful,
I felt every breath you'd speak,
I think you know, your place.
My back floated to the sky,
I hope you take care,
Each day and in everyway,
I hope you know this place, my heart.
I have troubles choosing whether to think with my head or my heart.
Current Residence: Queensland, Australia
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium??
Print preference: BIG!!
Favourite genre of music: Rock... Metal... (anything and everything)
Favourite style of art: Poetry, Erotica, Fetish, Twisted Traditional Art, Tattoos.
MP3 player of choice: Ipod 30gb black video...
Shell of choice: NUTSHELL! (yum yum)
Wallpaper of choice: Kurt Cobain. Marilyn Manson.
Skin of choice: .....Uhhh...I think that would be mine...
Favourite cartoon character: Stewie, Brian, Bender, Fry etc.
Personal Quote: I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not.