Ten days in a new life we become we become close and uncontrolled <br /> <br />by a past unbearable to mention, yet to heavy for just one to hold. The <br /> <br />gatekeepers to our hearts no longer on the watch, the warmth of <br /> <br />forgotten emotions grows and through an unmarked window seeps <br /> <br />into our souls. Is this the heat of attraction or just the time of our event? <br /> <br />We bare ourselves naked and allow love to guide this night; never to <br /> <br />speak of what’s done in the dark, never to allow feelings to be brought <br /> <br />to the light. Was this pure love I taste upon my lips? Or again have we <br /> <br />fell in lust with a friend and enjoyed an opportunity no one dare miss.<br /><br />Emmanuel Bannister II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-days-2/
