i picture me and you in a fictional fable
hearing bluesy piano riffs playing on the horizon
i see you coming towards me on a paper boat
having a duchenne smile, red hair with a large over coat
while i sit by the lake waiting for you to come over
we lie on painted grass looking at pink skies
where its only me and you in the city till sunrise
i look at you painting a scene with a crayon
im wearing a red dress sitting on a skylawn
a mist of emotions fly when there came the twilight sky.
we smile as we watch the sky lights and cross fires
and talk about dreams and our ideal desires
that one day slowly we will make it sway
and walk out before it all fades away.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
His dark side was the place I loved to stay
His moves , his charm made my day!
I could sleep at night knowing he could watch me all night long
He wasn't a fairy tale, he was my dark side song!
Madness was my new song, I played looking into his eyes which always came in colours.
He was not my sunshine but he was my night sky with shooting stars I didn't have to wish for.
His body shined bright like diamonds when he walked through sunshine.
A blood bonded prince charming
Yes! I was in love with a vampire!
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
if our story was fictional,
i would solve different mysteries to get to you
and you being blase, would take another trip to knowhere.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
those precious pages have turned into light whisky colored books
faded flowers and witching hours kept them safe and sound
stories of a prince on a horse to a woman being crowned
would be like watching books playing theater in a round
late night, trying to make the best type of Irish whisky
wearing an old favorite coffee stained t shirt and pasta that's being browned
making everything look brisky
wondering about the books that turned into musical,
they try to sway
the phantom of the opera ,the joffery ballet
or the Norwegian wood that shows a bildungsroman play.
crime being bizarre where detectives seize the day
left a remarkable fascination, they say.
the sticky notes on walls having a catchphrase collection
is like achieving a type of rare perfection
from all the fiction to contemporary
it ends up to a classic enraptured literary.
from chasing words to make a captivating name
its like en tracing a never ending game.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC