i thought i was born in the wrong period not until you came...no, you appeared, like a dream that came true-
and all the greek gods died along
with my hopes and dreams
searching for you
but you were there, all this time, and your statuesque body and golden mind---wandering thoughts have I ever crossed your mind?
you brought me somewhere.
and now i remember.
we were both then strangers, i was an exiled, you were my savior.
skin lit up matching the sky
golden was your eyes,
and those clumsy smile like a child
with you i feel alive
we were like kings, standing untamed,
we were reckless, unashamed
maybe death isn't the end of everything
for i've found you again.
and here we are, such glorious strikes
of youth and love in haste dreaming paradise
one look in the dark room and we recognize
loving you was the best thing I'll forever look onto in the afterlife.
YOU ARE READING
unspoken
Poetry•𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 [𝑎𝑑𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒\ˌən-ˈspō-kən\] 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑...𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. *** 𑁍𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝚌𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝒫...