Poetry that is capturing the mysterious allure of the lake and the deep emotions. |
The unexpected movement Of the dead silent lake Will carve itself On my mind. As it lures me back Into the pond, For a minute, not eternal The feelings aren't mute. As the rotten ground Starts to collaps, My hazy mind Will think about you. A beautiful monster An angel in the form of a glob, No this is not mockery For I will never call you a snub. I will treasure every piece Of poetry we've ever write, Even if you feel uptight, And started dim lights. Leaving you would be a hassle For I would drown in water, if not Every droplets would vitaly Injure me till I walk back to you. Colliding our two fates together No I didnt expect for this to happen, It was purely not my intentions To ever let you go. Your an angel in my eyes See your halo above your head, Seeing your seemless hoping eyes That burns and carves it on my skin. My flesh would be of no use Ever since you walk pass me, my muse And so the night becomes day As the seawater drowns my way. Newly space, gripping guilt No my love is not forbid. Could it be that I may Be of use for you another day |