Unimaginable Thoughts

A Psychopathic Tendency

Unimaginable Thoughts

Delicate she felt, against my skin

The pressing of her bosom, against my cheek

The warmth of her breath, slowing as I squeezed

Enough to make any strange man weak

Disturbed but indulging in her mist

A final kiss I could only wish

For her to notice me, I only missed

The opportunity but still I kissed

Her rosy cheeks, her pale blue lips

Losing warmth, so I cradled her so

Forever she will be mine

Amidst the angst, I told myself "No"

I let her go but my anger would grow

As her life it left, left me alone

So a seed I would sow

Yet like before, amongst the angst

I told myself "No"

Now I'm abandoned and she is cold

A figment at best, I feel uncontrolled

Rocking and shaking, as I cry myself to sleep

Gently I weep, the darkness softly creeps

As a knock I soon hear, at my door

There she walks in, ready to cradle

This man who is weak

As I once again feel her bosom, pressed against my cheek

sad poetry
Kayleigh Taylor
Kayleigh Taylor
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Kayleigh Taylor

I am an aspiring writer, with a love for writing the raw reality of love, romance, depression, marriage and sex. Both fact and fiction.

I like to write articles about taboo subjects, that leave a gateway for an open civilised debate.

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