My YenA Poem by TheLastEclipseYen is a feeling of happiness or mental pleasureMy Yen When I saw her lips tasting that exquisite wine, I knew right then that she would be mine. So I touched her hands from behind, I told her eye-to-eye; I told her that it's time. Strength gained through weakness, Death gained through life. Bastardy from the father, Inferiority from the superior. Life! Life can be a
paradox. That's when I look at
my son, And I see all the
things I have done. Beauty comes from the comparison of horridness. Displeasure from an overdose of bliss. (At times) I can have
such a strong desire But to my father; the
coward! the liar! Stick your hands into
the fire! Purge yourself now! I stuck with my wife-to-be, Sticking with my own quandry. Then she looks at me, And soon I see. This is who I am. Hypothetically being hit by a ram. Impurity is lost innocense. Hate is from that broken love. Fixation must be done to the broken. A clear throat from the choken. Life! Life can be a
paradox. That's when I look at
my son, And I see all the
things I have done. Beauty comes from the comparison of horridness. Displeasure from an overdose of bliss. (At times) I can have
such a strong desire But to my father; the
coward! the liar! Stick your hands into
the fire! Purge yourself now! To my son, You are the one! I am not gone! You shall not be the b*****d I was. You won't be like me, Son you will see. I won't leave! won't leave! won't leave! I will
not LEAVE! © 2012 TheLastEclipseReviews
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2012 Last Updated on November 27, 2012 AuthorTheLastEclipseCrossville, ALAboutI have been writing since the age of twelve and have been creating oral tales since before that. I am a Christian but have a twisted way in some of my stories. I write poetry, stories, and I'm a cas.. more.. |

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