Soft saccharine kisses and the way you held my hand—the gleam of the sun were clenched by the wistful glamour of your lips; and I stare at you, my dawn in the midnight sky.
 
Your countless palaver I can hear, forever lost in the starry eyes of yours—a nest of novice thoughts—I smile at you, my rather gauche. You were a dreamy night, and I was an afternoon tea—flat-out boring and tasteless. But I am also a poet, and you were my muse.
 
I was a copper, and you were jet black with charming brown eyes—and so I thought, “He’s so pretty, I could cry. He’s so dreamy, I could call him mine.”
 
If only I could give you these angelic kisses and let you feel these unearthly lips, lulling you with reverie and the dizzying glow of mid-December. The moon looks over us, and all he can sense is my longing, longing, longing.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎?
𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙸’𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 ..
𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝,
𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.
𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗?
𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎?
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚘𝚗 ..
𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 ..
𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎,
𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠,
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎
𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,

𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 ..
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗,

𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 ..
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘.
𝚃𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 ..
𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎,

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, to be rich is to notice the fair from the unfair:)

get well soon only
when hope not a lie lonely
hospital cell
unavailable played dead and fell
nothing in sequence
all hung on the adequacy
paper said
from future penholder skies unread
the green one too
to the land a stranger soon

what you earn is what you keep
don't count just drown in oblivious sleep
wallets light
rage blinds visible sights
the poor scream
the rich gleam
like an invisible ink flood
evaporation in the air a silenced blood
chocolate missed the ecstasy
everything shut down to reality

bones shrunk
never unnoticed to the think thunk
now things are pale
even the best bread is stale
how I remain
all calm in shameful disdain???
needs become old
whether blazing summer or winter ******* cold
and in my broken chair I be
the pathetic dreamy version of old me


                                                                                       ------ravenfeels

You live in your own world away from reality
Dream of finding yourself a brand new identity
With that you put on a gown alongside a mask
Started attending ***** and fulfilling your task
You liked the idea of being mysterious
For feeling exposed to you seemed hideous
You met people with good and bad intentions
Didn’t care much for you just wanted their attention
You made some friends and that’s what seemed to matter
You were left with only one person to flatter
He was a long shot yet you decided to gamble
Apparently, he played a card that made you tremble
Your mask, acts, and games away he shoved
Brought you back to reality where he was the only person you loved