I found her but I lost her
between the bridge of bliss and madness I stand,
Like finding your lost slipper,
Yer remembering the other pair no more around,
Her gaze passing through me,
Lifting my soul until I no longer know where I'll land,
My heart, my eyes---speaking, screaming
And my hands on my sides, invisibly bound,
"I found her! I found her!" I screamed.
Her name like butter and honey on my lips,
Like a child to a mother,
Waiting for an unadulterated warmth and a kiss,
Hope, Oh! How hope poisoned my heart?
My soul was famished and she poured them back,
An ocean of dreams and sighs,
She was an enigma, my light, my charm of luck,
Her gait uncomplex, her steps with just,
Uncalculated utmost yet refined and robust,
Was it too selfish to wish for a glance?
To hear my name one last time?
"I found her! I found her!" looking around I plead,
For I have lost her and I found it hard to breathe.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
I found her but I lost her
between the bridge of bliss and madness I stand,
Like finding your lost slipper,
Yer remembering the other pair no more around,
Her gaze passing through me,
Lifting my soul until I no longer know where I'll land,
My heart, my eyes---speaking, screaming
And my hands on my sides, invisibly bound,
"I found her! I found her!" I screamed.
Her name like butter and honey on my lips,
Like a child to a mother,
Waiting for an unadulterated warmth and a kiss,
Hope, Oh! How hope poisoned my heart?
My soul was famished and she poured them back,
An ocean of dreams and sighs,
She was an enigma, my light, my charm of luck,
Her gait uncomplex, her steps with just,
Uncalculated utmost yet refined and robust,
Was it too selfish to wish for a glance?
To hear my name one last time?
"I found her! I found her!" looking around I plead,
For I have lost her and I found it hard to breathe.
I am actually creating a graphic novel and sometimes--you can't stop imagining scenes in your head. Like dedicating poems to your characters. Anyway :D