She's the epitome of mystery A mystery that takes a lifetime to solve You'd be busy with her elegant puzzles As she entertains with her clumsy clues And at times, solving her would be tiring Yet you know giving up would be a waste So when you finally do solve her You'd know that it was worth it
In the early morning of February You tip your head back with valor As you dare me to pluck you out From the confines of white sheets
Your regal temptation of promises Do course across on every fibers That surge endlessly with hope Of predicting what's to come next After the whispers of good mornings
I feel naked Bare Unclothed Your eyes see Everything Like moonbeams Across my skin Naturally Lighting up Every part Of flesh And mind That I Desperately Try to hide You'd see them Without effort And I never know What you think of it.
Thy eyes define the beauty of the stars That reveals the secrets etched unto thee It can hold thy deepest fears and scars One look at thou and all as wise shall see
A poem for the ones hurt Though euphonic it may sound You'll feel sad and inert A feeling not so newfound Where the words weigh you down With the greatest intensity Like it means to make you drown In the bittersweet misery