A world that breathes and sleeps
Deep within the depths of my soul
Yearning for power
Yearning for freedom
Infecting my essence with a desire of great fortune
Lost among the pages of the past.
Resistance is futile
It breathes life into me, this creature
It molds its character between my flesh and blood
My thoughts fall as prey to its consumption
My conscience falls to its knees before it
To this, my desire for paradise
When I’m around him
I lose my voice
When he touches me
I shiver, a little
The heat from his body
Is where I lose myself
With the beating of his heart,
My skin vibrates
For him, my heart burns with desire
I'll take my heart,
I'll wrap it well,
I will send it to a place no one will tell.
I'll hide from you,
I'll hide from me.
I'll send it through the floor,
I'll send it above the roof,
Did I leave my heart in London?
Did I leave my heart in Tokyo?
I think I left it by the queen,
Or I threw it in a dream.
No one knows how to bring it home.
The rain fell like drops of lightning,
As the bolts hit, they crashed on the glass,
Shattered, and slowly melting as they die.
The clock rung at every quarter till,
In rest, silence.
Her candle gently flicking to the exploding drops,
She suddenly turns toward the window and feels a cold chill down her back,
But she focused herself again,
And went back to her candle.
One of my older poems I have decided to revive, I would love to see what you guys think!
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