Behind these locked hidden doors,
where you live,
The temptations are true,
And you are all I want to have
In such a thing of blue;
Yet nothing seems real,
Except to the mystical imaginations
What my heart feels-
The feelings I may not see or explain,
But want not lose the myriad
bitter sweet pain.
Why would without any doubt
My heart race?
Into the scattered clouds in the sky
To find itself on the edges of
such a mysterious place
Against that veil face?
As its fearless wings fly?
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Behind these locked hidden doors,
where you live,
The temptations are true,
And you are all I want to have
In such a thing of blue;
Yet nothing seems real,
Except to the mystical imaginations
What my heart feels-
The feelings I may not see or explain,
But want not lose the myriad
bitter sweet pain.
Why would without any doubt
My heart race?
Into the scattered clouds in the sky
To find itself on the edges of
such a mysterious place
Against that veil face?
As its fearless wings fly?
Sep 2015
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