Immoral Signet

The brightly colored polos, The denim jeans, The rings on rings, The small chuckle, The deep smile, The warm hands, The cold hands, The sicknesses, The despair, The memories, The weight, The burden, The long trek, The molested feet, The fuzzy chin, The naked eyes, The defined brow, The buddha, The joy, The singing, The heritage, The voices, The music, The fingers, The sadness, The painful touch, The hardened heart, The tears, The obsession, The intamacy, The passion, The isolation, The reminicing, The movement, The emotions, The touch, The moments, The kisses...

These are a few reasons why,
I don't just want to wait.
I want to be patient too.

These memories we are creating,
I want them for my own.
I wish them to mean more than the others.

These rustic picture frames in my mind,
I wish to put them away.
I replace them with the silver ones.

These images I've created,
I replace the illusion of them.
I don't want just a mirage.

I want you to hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me...

I want you.

Why?

'cause I'm selfish.