numb cravings

warm shivering body in search of a light, for the quiver of your lips on mine, the ghost of an illusion delicately delivered in the eyes of a child, forlorn dreams slowly fragmenting at the crushing reality of the charming prince never to be seen. i crave for the gentle touch of your heart to mine, for i want love as how i love it, as selfish as it seems; the roses pretend to choke as i speak, this pale faced beauty, mouth shut, numb figure dancing alone in the silhouette of the thumping adrenaline-filled valve once known, once felt, never kept, forever holding her peace, in exchange for the sweetness of a fleeting dream i may never dare to grasp.