Process
What the hell is wrong with me,
these feelings can't be real.
It's only been a hello,
but I fiend against my will.
I want your mind and body,
and to practice what I preach.
To coarse my fingers through your hair
your soul then will i breach.
Breaking through your every wall,
your fears will churn to mush.
With heat that burns within my heart,
I'll mold it into Love.
Hilt love with a grip so firm,
the improbable will be matched.
We'll fight off pain and even rain,
Unquenched; we'll be unmatched.
-Savvy
these feelings can't be real.
It's only been a hello,
but I fiend against my will.
I want your mind and body,
and to practice what I preach.
To coarse my fingers through your hair
your soul then will i breach.
Breaking through your every wall,
your fears will churn to mush.
With heat that burns within my heart,
I'll mold it into Love.
Hilt love with a grip so firm,
the improbable will be matched.
We'll fight off pain and even rain,
Unquenched; we'll be unmatched.
-Savvy
♠ ♠ ♠
An ex inspired me to write this, though it really wasn't about her.I have a tendency to write just because the process of word play is a beautiful thing. let me know what you think & please suggest things that i should read. I'm new here :D