i have somekind of problem. its called PTSD.. post-traumatic stress disorder..

roar the thrill

i sip margarita
through the curves
of ur pointy fingers
i drench myself
while spartanly
chasing the raindrops
i taste the luscious thrill
over childish utopia
covered by pure daring
soaring freely
with endless laughter
i drink the peril
with the embrace of u

-coke-
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margaritha is one kind of my fave italian kind of pizza
peril is a brand of mineral water thet i consumed everyday in home

save the last rose

lost in the sand of time
the feel of silky warmth penetrates
within my skin
envelope me in
peaceful awakening
stir my eyes open
to see the true rose is
a bloom
a rose to keep forever..

-coke-

ice and storm

ice and storm
collide in fury
taken the very being
of my sanity
and banish me
out of the clarity

-coke-

could it be any harder

i’ve sailed so many
bitterness in life
u left me with goodbye
and open arms
a cut so deep
i dont deserve
well u were always
invincible in my eyes
and the only thing against us
now is the time

-coke-

lustful

Leech crawling all over ur brain
Craft scrumptious portrait of corrupt desire
Thing that little heart denies
But could hold back
Overwhelming one’s sinful possession…

-coke-

second u sleep

i close my eyes
and leave u naked by my side
i close the door so u can’t see
the love i keep inside
the love i keep for u
i stay
to watch u fade away
i dream of u tonight
tomorrow u’ll be gone
i wish by
god you’d stay…

-coke-