Monday, April 6, 2015

Midnight in Tokyo.

Walk in the street
In my memories,
And breaking down
The masked self.
Yelling profanity,
Screaming destiny.
Warped sensuality.
How was I to know
The part you won't show.
The wonderful self
You may hide
The unbridled passion
You keep inside.
My true blue
Sensual lover,
Our connection
Is strong yet fragile,
I would never mention it.
Not in public
I'd keep it hidden
Perhaps from even you
Because that's what
Secret lovers do.
I cannot compromise
My glowing pride
Even in the hope
That you share it too.
Wrap your arms around me,
Pretend that you don't care.
Show everything in nothing,
So your heart does not snare.
I understand everything,
Yet I ache for you, I do.
I'll keep everything to myself
Since I am stronger than you.