I always tend to have this desire when I adore someone. But something about you is different. As if all the flowers in my garden had no scent until I picked yours. I fear the smell fading away sooner than it hit my senses. The petals will fall and the flower will decay before it blooms again. I have to let nature run it course and I will see the true beauty to come.

Why,
do we fear the dark     It's
cold hands reaching
                                     reaching
                                                      reaching
It's teeth chat t  t   t     t       ttering
It's breath m
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                               a                   n
                                                              i              n
                                                                                    g
The putrid stench invading out nostrils, eyes
Mouth, rotting our
teeth, muffling our
screams

But then,
again,
What is it we're scared of exactly?

...

The lack of comfort
knowing there's some figment of control
Being blind, one sense
utterly blocked out

...

But,
       really?

There's still ears,
nose, mouth
skin,
if not,
how can we not hear the chatters and moans
smell, taste, the thick rotting scent,
feel the non existent chill?

Just think,

If all our senses were gone,
Then,

we'd truly be




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In
the dark

All this feels unfair
Watch my life spiral down
Truth is you keep unhappiness
Hidden somewhere buried underground

The day chains you wrapped around
Reality wriggle from your grasp
The day I escape for good
Your clutches I will unclasp

Able to make own mistakes
Is power in free will?
That is taken away therefore
Cruel prophecy I must fufill

There is not a solution to be had
Not any compromise to be found
Guard the door to maturity
Stubborn minds not able to reach common ground

Get bent out of shape
Each time go a tiny bit wild
Try to talk to you like an adult
Audacity makes me behave as a child

Trapped greif you need to cause
Gave me no other way out
A moment of panic I flee
Taking worst possible route

Won't come to your senses
Strip naked all you do fear
Nothing left to lose
What the **** will you gain by keeping me here?

mon ange,
what a lovely collection of paradoxes
darling, you’re absolutely celestial

kisses imitate the taste of fresh vanilla
and those eyes
twinkling divinely
as deep as the galaxies
in which they reside

your voice is heavenly
like waves crashing on moonlit shores
and that laugh
i swear it sounds just like
a light bell chiming
music to my ears

your graces blinding rays
shine their golden light
upon sun kissed cheeks

mon ange,
you are a symphony to my senses
2/21/2019

i cannot take in the unimaginable beauty of the world around me anymore
because you blinded me with love
and never unmasked me

I left my thoughts on the pillow
and started waltzing on the carpet barefoot
just to see that wicked smile of yours
while the cloud's throwing out its soot,
making alliances with the purple storm,
unwelcoming the beauty of the darkness
the one between the stars,
keeping us in the fortress of unfulfilled dreams,
leaving us all behind stainless steel made bars.

I left my thoughts on the pillow,
the bedroom sins remain in the night,
your kiss has left all my senses in turmoil,
for I was and I am a very old soul inside.
Charmed and crowned by Madame Tempest,
looking for a bone of guilt,
expecting the unexpected at a wedding's breakfast,
a brilliant book of menace she has built.

I left my last thoughts on the pillow,
and then I left the other dark half of mine
that annihilated this restlessness from my soul.
Now I can shout out loud: I'm alive!