The wise are always troubled
And the troubled seldom sleep.
For the path is dark,
The shadow's deep.
The past imparts pressure,
Weary woe-marked feet.

The pillow lays drenched.
Sweat beads billow flames of fear.
The sound of all our choices
Rung clear for all to hear.
The cries of countless voices
Found close to passing ears
But ghosts weep most in whispers,
Lest the living hear their tears.

Our eyes locked on one another,
His lips just a finger from mine,
I breathe in his lustful scent,
And he angled his face for a taste,
Taken by surprise I took a step back,
He leant in closer and reality disappeared,
All I could remember was a sweetness,
For when he kissed oh we created a universe,
A galaxy of which love thrives between us,
Free of envy and hate from others,
Our veins entwined and we dissolved into one,
Lovers filled with a desire to devour,
Him taking my soul and I taking him whole,
As everything else ceased to exist,
Leaving only us to make poetry with our body.

@byizn

Have you ever had this feeling when you think you know someone quite well?
That feeling when you think you know his favorite songs from his favorite playlists, his obsession towards ‘after-rain’ smell, his 2 AM coffee habit, his favorite getaway to release his mind, the feeling of his hug, calmed you down and soothing?
Then you wake up and realization hits you, the ugly truth spoke its mind….
You’re just a stranger. Nothing less or more.

d.l

Fall in love
Get your heart broken
It makes for better writers