You are one hell of a book,
Written in a simple style.
A song with a catchy hook,
Complicated page to file.

Your plot is intricate,
but you are still intriguing.
Your petals are colourful and delicate,
You got me hallucinating.

Been scripting this piece-
Its nearly a week but still,
Rehearsing it like a first kiss
Punching lines like a till-

Suppressing thrills,
Chasing footsteps of shadows and thoughts.
Swallowing bitter pills-
Thoughts being cast everywhere like votes...

And writing heart desires- as if my poem is a will.
With words that burn as forest fires.
Thoughts of you bring my world to a standstill.

Your stubborn attitude
and the Monalisa smiles,
Raise my heart like altitude.
Ironic enough memories of you keep piling like files.

Your silence captures my curiosity,
Preying on it like a predator.
Your quiet moments are pretty-
Lips made of nectar...

Your expressions are strong-
They challenge my mind set.
You are a hit song,
Your beat makes one sweat.

I hate to play you,
Because your melodies are too deep,
And your lyrics are too true.
So if I fall for you I will forever slip.

You are hard to forget,
When did I learn your facts?
Actions and reactions-a magnet?
You are warm, deep inside like pockets.

No conclusions-
Just casting controversial cute courtesies,
Confused for confessions yet caressing illusions-
Maybe social prophecies...

Thoughts of you are without a conclusion-
Limitless, bottomless-
They run deep like confusion.
So I crowned them with words like a princess.

Naked truth-
True lies...

OutspokenArt #2014