I find myself under the spell
Of the hollow walls of my mind
Painted by the venom of former lovers
I venture my soul, littered by memories,
For one final taste of bliss
Where to look?
Should I look through the eyes of a crush
In between the frames of a wilting picture?
Or the childhood tunes that I would hum
Every night, before bed?
Can the daydreams of the night sky
Get me closer to a kiss with bliss?
That kiss is no more than a dream
Which laces my sleep with hope
I continue to roam within the shadows of memories
To waltz to the song of weeps forever
I did try to get this published under my real name (written June 2016).