“the Lifting Of My Heart”

What if you wanted something
but that something was taken.

What if what you wanted,
wasn’t yours to take.

Do you give up
or do you try to get it back
what was taken?

Years will past you
and you have yet to take a grasp.
What will become of you?
What will become of that something that you left for the past?
Time slowly fades away until death.
What was meant to be mine
has been ripped away from me.
She slowly drifts away with time.
O why have you taken her?
She was mine in my heart!
She was mine, until you let her fall apart!
Why does thy Lost Soul feel so empty?
Others await for my return
“Don’t give up, at least try.”

Trying to stand tall,
I walk with no care.
Trying not to fall,
I run with a straight stare,
Eyeing the angel that made me whole.
Running, Running trying to grasp the falling
Within the darkness is my love
Do you hear her calling?
I fall beside her and take a grasp of hope
But we slip, falling, falling
I glance into her eyes and my heart lifts
She has returned and we fall together

by Lost Soul

Comments (2)

THANK YOU, Timothy O'brien, for posting the whole text!
this is incomplete the whole thing is this. we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful and she'll watch me first spread the soap over my balls lift the balls squeeze them, then wash the cock: 'hey, this thing is still hard! ' then get all the hair down there, - the belly, the back, the neck, the legs, I grin grin grin, and then I wash her... first the cunt, I stand behind her, my cock in the cheeks of her ass I gently soap up the cunt hairs, wash there with a soothing motion, I linger perhaps longer than necessary, then I get the backs of the legs, the ass, the back, the neck, I turn her, kiss her, soap up the breasts, get them and the belly, the neck, the fronts of the legs, the ankles, the feet, and then the cunt, once more, for luck... another kiss, and she gets out first, toweling, sometimes singing while I stay in turn the water on hotter feeling the good times of love's miracle I then get out... it is usually mid-afternoon and quiet, and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it for as long as those things stay solved in the history of women and man, it's different for each- for me, it's splendid enough to remember past the memories of pain and defeat and unhappiness: when you take it away do it slowly and easily make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life, amen.