You were nothing but a dream
Filled with glitter and stars, Wondrous fields that beams And a horizon from a far. You were everything I never wished I thought a dream come true, A sparkly lake sun kissed- A shooting star I believed was you. The dream within a dream I trust would never leave, The wondrous field that beams Now filled with grief. The horizon I saw from afar And the things I never wished, Brought nothing but deadly scars And times I hate to reminisce.
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I once longed for a
Love so complicated Yet, when dug deeper the Surface seems so intoxicated. Of love that covers my bones Cleans and washes me, Dresses me as it's own Asses me to be. A love that cradles me in The softest of caresses, Whispers gently within Of warmth that it really is. A love that sows seeds And helps me to grow, Of love that one needs And sets me aglow. A love so complicated but Really so simple - plain, A binding one that's Harder to contain. I once longed for this love And am still longing for it now, A love so high up above Something I'd always avow. A spiral wave of thought
Ones that are never brought, Twists and turns of frames Branches set aflame. Cool winds of regret Something that will never forget, Splinters of what could've been Splashes and splashes and spins. Rains of circular emotions Emptiness a loss in the ocean, Hails of frozen - ice A whirlwind storm of lies. Rain comes when clouds
Can no longer hold, Tears flow as crying aloud And can't be consoled. But first gloom appears And skies darken, As when scars and fears Began to worsen. Next comes cold winds Blowing everything in its path, When the mind spins And starts to feel the wrath. The air smells different and Surrounding grows dim, Conclusion that it's the end Nauseous perception of grim. Rain comes when clouds Can no longer hold, As control can't be found And everything starts to fold. It pains me to think that
We are worlds away at Different places, different time, Still you're always mine. Languish for you can't be contained, Feelings remain unexplained. Different stars, different sights, When will we reunite? Despite all the longing and Emptiness so grand, Knowing we're under the same sky- A relief that this isn't goodbye. Though we're worlds away I can't help but say, We're under the same sky We'll always be together, you and I. Pearl and linen adorned with lace
Silk and chiffon in embrace, Snow and ivory like cream White and it's shades of gleam. Porcelain of delicate glass Alabaster and daisy it surpass, Bone and frost in summers day Brighter than sunlight's ray. Rice, eggshell, and parchment Colors of extricate garments, Not to mention powder and cotton Shades of white and not so foreign. Speculations and what of you
A mask I could see into, Moist and dried up too Your underlying blue. Paint it up with green and white Covered up - not so quite, Something you couldn't hide With artificial you applied. Picture frame composed of wood
Photographs of black and white, It's journey of time withstood Clear against the flashes of light. Photographs of black and white In wooden picture frames too, Thoughts of us in glimmering sight In rings and forever with you. Dip your brush in water
On paper gently hover, Mix your blues with red A struggle seemingly no end. Hands and face stained All left- only red remained, Cover yourself in stains of red Let your tears freely shed. Grab some blue
And pretty grey too, Drag them on the canvas Forget those night filled sadness. Skye for the things you like Cerulean for what I've, Lazuli for what I'm crazy, And my darkest parts- navy. Next to my silhouette I Paint yours with extreme delight Lavender color as sublime, Let's paint away the time. Lilac for your feminine ways And wisteria as your heart ablaze, Periwinkle for the things I love, For everything else- Lavender and shades above. Emerald for days filled laughter Gainsborough for times thereafter, And on the nights we love so hard Cattleya and damask not to disregard The feel of our hands azure Porpoise of body intertwined - I'm sure, Flint and coin a pure. Paint us with complex colors Distinguishable from other lovers A whirlwind of unblended paint, And when it seems to fade- Let us again repaint. |
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