Fill my cup with your smile and my ears with your laugh.
Bring the tenderness inside my cranky heart.
Paint with your lips a never ending sweet dream
and erase the cold agony inside of me.
Bleach my mind with your words, hold me dearly.
Teach me how to feel alive and love very deeply.
Hold my hand and take me to a fascinating place,
break down the boundaries inside of me.
Wait, this is getting too romantic! That's not my thing! I'm more like a methaphoric/symbolic/dark poet, not a romantic/passionate one! The heck is wrong with me?! Maybe I didn't ingested sugar enough or something... Let me try this thing again...
Fill my cup with your madness, let the devious get lost.
Hold your breath until late noon and get wasted under the moon.
Bang the shadows of your life
let the blood boil slowly tonight.
I am here, can't you see me?
Clean the crap out of your mind!
Angels weep when no one pours wine into their cups,
demons dance to the sound of your whining.
Shut your mouth and walk throught the door
stop being cowardly blinded.
Much better, right?! I needed to be myself in that poem, being lovely is not my thing!
