Memoirs of my boulevard

Your kiss is laced with birdlime, And your eyes burn with fire of passion. Look at me, and I burn, Touch me and I am caught. I know only one utterly beautiful thing,      My ravenous eye knows only one thing:             ...That is to love you.             To everything else, I am blind "I run to you as the traveller runs towards shade when scorched by the sun" It was not the cavalry,     Or the infantry,        ...   Or even the navy,    But another strange kind of army That destroyed me, Striking me down with his eyes of love I live here miserable and broken with desire, Pierced through, to the bones, By bitterness of this god given painful love. This passion makes my limbs limp And tramples over me. Only you hold the cure to the limping, The passionate kiss and touch of your love, Some say that the most beautiful thing on this dark earth is a host of horsemen, others that it is an army of foot-soldiers,  and others that it is a fleet of ships;      But, I say it is what yo...

She was his practical joke Her tears where like nectar sweet on his tongue to taste The more she screamed, his voice would roar in happiness She was just that one person, he lied and beat her life out Only to realise she was just another life She tried to leave, her legs were cemented In a life of pain and pure joy Pure joy from her lover's eyes he dreamt of her cheating she had to suffer for dreams she wanted to be with her lover but for what part of her life, she was his practical joke...