Sweet mornings

All i wanted was you,
You gave me a chance
but now you deny me,
I miss your body,
They way you touch,
The way you moan,
The way you twist,
Agony is all i will know,
If our sweet sin,
Will never remember,
Maybe it was never ment to be,
But at that moment ,
Even Jesus enjoyed your moans,
My sweet tree seeking shade from the sun,
You run away yet it will make you bloom,
But i am happy i found you,
If you choose to be a chapter,
If you choose to be a verse,
At least you are in the book,

I'll move on. 
I always have,
I have no choice,
So hope my tears water you,
So you remain perenial.
An ebony flower,
Beautiful in a world
Of flowerless misery.

Kk
21/12/15

Will it change?

Life is so unfair sometimes,
You think you're winning,
You were running the wrong race the entire time,
You think you have outmaneuvered,
You were heading the wrong way,
Funny that sometimes all we ever wanted
Is all we never needed,
You wont know till the end,
Working hard for your prize,
But its your pride that's hurt,

Maybe it's the chase that counts
Or your heart as you persue,
But no fruit will ensue,
In this duel you had no clue,
Your expectations subdue,

But we always come back,
Hope things will be different,
Maybe ill seek out the truth,
If you dont try you'll never know.

Kk
8/12/15

For my beauty looking for her beast

A story is told of the gorgoyle of rich tower
With a brisk smile and African hair.
With peirced ears and dyed hair,
His speech was returded. Some say he had an accent,
His skin was pale and his teeth brown.
He smoked, smoked his heart away,
As they passed they looked to him,
With his strong muscles.
They said he could fight ten men at a go.
But his promiscous nature made him fall,
Yet in his heart he knew the truth, the truth about everything.
He didn't know what they felt.
He knew what he loved.
As his big beard touched the town's floor.
The tatoos on it showed the people the truth.
Gave them their heart's desires.
Some were of fire and eternal misery,
Some of loyalty and blood
And some of wrechedness and evil
But the gorgoyle did not mind,
He sat on, he stared on,
The smoke flowing from his hands and feet,
His eyes,  his eyes, they glow with love and happiness,
He wished well for the ants,
His heart,  the sculptor made of marble,
Yet i saw him cry one day,
His tears of fire like a dragon's salaiva,
They burnt into his visage,
Her breasts burnt with every moarn,
I laughed at her, what kind of life this was,
Yet she spoke like thunder,
Her locks of hair,
Silver like her breath,
She sat, she saw. As they pulled her down,
Broke her stone heart let the fire in her eyes consume her soul,
Bitter like her blood,  the hounds died after licking their wounds,
She had no teeth,  yet she consumed every man's soul.
Inside her beard a knife,
Like a stack of hay  in a needle
She hid it,
Cutting all including herself,
As she burnt the steam she produced made my neighbors strong.
Her ashes made the ocean blue and the trees green.
She will surely live a painful life.

Kk
1/1/2015