Building Rom Vol.123

Selling Love Potion

I wanted you to taste my love, so we meet,

But you chose the shortcut, quick and discreet.

The spark from down under, a fiery lust,

While I offered more than mere wanderlust.

I gave what you couldn’t yet fathom to take,

Out of impatience, a gift, though my heart did ache.

Did I practice grace, or was grace meant for you?

Hoping virtues would come when the Spirit withdrew?

Perhaps, when I least expect, with quiet devotion,

The keeper will come for a rare love potion.

Building Rom Vol.121

Temperature rise

I see it coming, no more cries,

By now I don’t flinch, no wide eyes.

Goodbye, goodbye,

Hello, hello,

Goodbye, goodbye,

Again, it’s so.

Two, is the Nr. years

 lost in the shadow’s mark,

Wondering how to fix things back

Two, is the Nr. Degrees hotter, 

I proceeded to spark.

So now, I don’t flinch or lose control,

When it takes its toll,

When it’s time to go,

I’ll be home,

In my heart.

In my zone, where I restart.

Building Rom Vol 108

Dead Love Love never dies

We used to be obsessed with love

But love began so tiresome, we refuse

We’ve been bruised, so we choose to lose

Locked door, barriers up, refuse the muse

Everyone new will feel the news 

That we’ve been used 

For what the last one did was cold like brew

We used to be obsessed with love so deep,

so keen, now it’s buried where we keep

Love on the backend of things, out of sight

Dimmee goes the light.

Sexy times but  

Loves not right  

Did love die?

No, I’ve arrived