confiance aveugle (blind trust)
Stranger. Strange.
You kiss as if my existence isn't new.
You breathe as if I'm all you crave.
Eyes so blue within your natural brown.
Persistence. Hope.
You know of nothing that be my past.
You know only my name.
How can you love what you don't understand?
Cursed. Cussing.
Confusion is seeping from your skin,
That too reek of the demon of liquor.
I stand helplessly, watching in awe
As you find words that I never heard.
Gripping onto me for more than balance
But for a reason to keep trying.
Passion. Passionate.
About what is it you are seeking.
That wall been had fallen and crumbled.
Faith been shook and questioned.
Yet, here we are.
Both holding on, shackled by fear.
You're more than brave to express this.
Eyes, realizing that lust comes and go
But real love stays.
It just doesn't move despite any stone thrown.
So we too shall not be moved.