She whispered with a silent symphony as in solitude.
The piece indecently rhymed to prove a point unknown -
Of belonging, and beatitude, and an untamed soulfulness.
My innocent spirit struck ablaze with a thoughtfully eternal flame.
Her doll eyes, pale with a seemingly clear whiteness -
Of beauty, and of purity, and of heathen health,
Bribed my ignorant heart with a big sum of worthless treasure
To prescript my dreams, and also my wet dreams.
I succumbed with a lot of faith
And let her in,
Then out,
But left me inside-out
With a banquet,
But of thorns!
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
I thought fate was clear
When it separated us, my dear
But memories in my head
And moments never made,
Give me no reason to spare
The fact that you don't care.
I can't reach you now......
Yes I can, but I don't know how.
That silence has left my world in pain
My unending efforts you have seen in vain!
I'm still waiting for a new spark
But alas, my life seems forever dark!
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC