Satisfaction!
Dawns and dusks come and go,
Days are passing by without any mark,
Nights are lonely and soul hungry,
I'm trying to figure out who I am....
These flames have no way out but burning me like lava in Pompei back then,
All the ruins of my past have been freezed like stones inside my heart,
Memories of wet french kisses, dreams of starry nights with her fingers inside my messy hair and rubbing my heated, tempered skull,
A well tamed wolf I was, when I'm with her....
These strange lovers touch and leave,
They can't even touch the edges of my soul,
In this lonely night, I'm asking what do I really need....
A few Masters degrees, A PhD?, or any materialistic thing, or another touch of a woman with blue eyes?
Oh God, I just need one thing, unleash all my pain,
become a poetic Rockstar and Die young.....!
DuLee
