His face illuminated
by the glimmering light
While I stood beneath
the velvet cloak of night
His voice stealing my focus
amongst the melody of disarray
With every buzzing, burning word,
I feel my worries decay
My tarnished heart cleansed
by so few words
Although strange, and new,
and a bit absurd
Magnetic hums drag curiously across
The endless crystal lake
Seeping through devilish thorns and weary moss
Like a strange, dotted snake
Sapphire eyes filled with dreams and longing
Puncture my guarded, yearning heart
Oozing the crackle of burning embers
His gaze whispering the divine tragedy of art
But when the musics over
And you’ve slithered away
The silence still lingers
With words you longed to say
His jeweled sapphire eyes
Explain what words couldn’t
And makes my brain
Think thoughts it shouldn’t
Pressing sweet, damp kisses
Upon my porcelain cheeks
I dream of being your Mrs.
Allowing your marks of love
to leave me weak
Unlike anything I’ve seen, you may find
Yourself cushioned softly, cherished
Sleeping in the fabric of my mind
A soul like yours may never perish.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC
His face illuminated
by the glimmering light
While I stood beneath
the velvet cloak of night
His voice stealing my focus
amongst the melody of disarray
With every buzzing, burning word,
I feel my worries decay
My tarnished heart cleansed
by so few words
Although strange, and new,
and a bit absurd
Magnetic hums drag curiously across
The endless crystal lake
Seeping through devilish thorns and weary moss
Like a strange, dotted snake
Sapphire eyes filled with dreams and longing
Puncture my guarded, yearning heart
Oozing the crackle of burning embers
His gaze whispering the divine tragedy of art
But when the musics over
And you’ve slithered away
The silence still lingers
With words you longed to say
His jeweled sapphire eyes
Explain what words couldn’t
And makes my brain
Think thoughts it shouldn’t
Pressing sweet, damp kisses
Upon my porcelain cheeks
I dream of being your Mrs.
Allowing your marks of love
to leave me weak
Unlike anything I’ve seen, you may find
Yourself cushioned softly, cherished
Sleeping in the fabric of my mind
A soul like yours may never perish.
God it’s so ******* late right now, but my mind won’t stop burning with daydreams.
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