As I gaze upon you, tears streaming down your face,
I see a reflection of myself witnessing your sorrow,
It's as if your eyes shoot bullets of pure pain
And it's in this moment, I feel utterly useless,
like a needle without a sharp point, trying to
pierce your skin one last time.

Yet, despite our shared agony,
we are both numb to anything except
the hurtful words spoken by our loved ones.

My eyes, immortal and wise, yearn for
a life beyond the limits of mortality,
I desire wealth as time slowly passes, reminding
me of its monotonous nature.
In my imagination, I lead a more fulfilling existence,
However, I cannot imagine myself as the one
who will ever live out those dreams.
The sacrifices I have made will lay the groundwork
for the success that will support my loved ones.

Above all, I am someone who prioritizes others
over myself. They are my first thought, the beat
of my heart, and the recipients of my prayers
as time goes on.

In the depths of my longing, I find comfort
in the idea of transcendence.
In my mind, I envision a world where our sorrows
are fleeting moments in an eternity of joy and fulfillment.

I yearn for the day when your tears of anguish
turn into tears of laughter, when the burden of
our pain is lifted and replaced with a lightness of being.
This vision drives me forward, even in moments
of complete futility, like that needle searching for
purpose without a sharp point.

But as I dream of a life beyond my reach,
I cannot ignore the fact that I am not the main character.
I feel like that needle hidden in a haystack,
trying to find itself; a strong desire to find out
who I really am.

The days of young,
when the night starts to
kiss the sun.

An explosive portrait I tend
to see,— brushstrokes of orange clouds
Sprinkles of the hues of blue in the
pockets filled with a sky of dreams,

       A perfect scene before I go to sleep.

Under the mistletoe,
missed a chance to kiss your toes
—*******?
No, just wanted to kiss them better;
you've been running on my mind.

I've somewhat been a fool,
as it always seemed foolish to be in love
But still if I could never get enough
of falling another day in love with you,
—I'd proudly be so full of myself.

You bestow upon me kisses
infused with the essence of cinnamon,
I inquire if it is the cause of my speechlessness.
Your skin, so tender to my gaze,
possesses a delicate vulnerability that
a mere nibble could easily mark.
My profound musings, consumed by thoughts of you,
cut through the depths of my being.

In my dreams, I envision you,
with my heart suspended within yours.
The untainted purity is forever tainted
by the fiery crimson allure of your lips.
The taste of you engulfs me, leaving me breathless,
while a tantalizing sensation tightens within my trousers.

In the depths of my longing, your essence
becomes a captivating remedy for the
affliction that plagues my heart.
Your gentle curves, like a sanctuary,
provide solace for my restless mind throughout the day.

As the night unfolds, it becomes a canvas
for passionate yearning, and the delicate touch
of your intimate embrace ignites a fire within me.
The sovereignty of your femininity reigns supreme,
overwhelming me with a blissful deluge in
the paradise that is your embrace.

You've transformed into an unexpected surge of vitality,
electrifying every essential part of me.
Your movements effortlessly guide me into
the perfect state of mind, as if you possess the secret
to unlocking my deepest desires.
Your neck, delicately scented like an unfurled flower,
invites my eager kisses, as I chase after the intoxicating
allure you exude.

The spring-like cascade of your hair embodies the essence
of a scorching and restless summer, and I eagerly await its Fall.
Allow my breath to simmer, as I reach my natural
boiling point, stirred by the intensity of my emotions.
And together, let us embrace a passion that surpasses
even the fiery glow of the red light illuminating our room.

Emotions that feel like morning traffic
—people are rushing to fall in love
Their tears are like a morning sun,
you blink once and it all seems to be gone.

While my eyes are like a bed; wrestling on
a mattress just to fall asleep
My kisses act like their in charge, to
make another mouth my turf to assert my dominance,
Though I see some of us live quite a remote life,
but we are often the ones who want the most control.

The ones to always rise to the loudest occasion,
pretty much the same people, who could never smell a rose.

As her lips met mine,
a spark ignited within me.
Her kiss was like a flame that
burned with passion and desire.
I couldn't get enough of her taste, even though
it left my tongue sore and bruised.

She was my solace in times of loneliness,
a beautiful presence that made everything feel right.
But now, as I sit here alone, I can't help but wonder
why that lovely kiss ended in such a lonely way.
As if I could clear my throat more to clear my brain,
I can't clear enough of our messages to clear her name.

My heart aches with confusion and longing,
and tears stream down my face as
I try to make sense of it all.