In dream you reached me
Representing an alter at the door you stood
All the young sat waiting
Waiting for what
Waiting for your bride
Ahead of this event
My blood and I
Fitting clothing on ourselves
A wish of my blood
Was it that dress
But not the lengthy one
It was a top of marvelous color
For reasons unknown to me
The bond between you and your bride
Postponed because of that dress
Of marvelous color,
That my blood did crave for
What was the importance of that dress?
Was your bride to have it?
Or did it mean riches and gold?
My blood and I
We ran, laughing so enthusiastically
As if we were merrily drunk
For life we ran, in the building, the school
Your friends chased after us,
For that which wasn't theirs
Escaping I did from their arms
Their traps, their tricks
So swiftly I strided across this ground floor
My blood caught, for her naïve self
You caught me, shook me
Pinned my upon the wall
My eyes to yours, piercing deep into our souls
"Why?" was that which I was to ask
My lips unmovable, not wanting to open
"I don't know what you're talking about."
You gave answer, to my unheard question
"I spoke of nothing."
In my amazement I said
"It was your eyes." You spoke
My laughter took over me
Laughing manically, you shook me again
Asking for my reasons, I continued
My drunken eyes met your eyes
You held firm onto me
I questioned your deeds, you responded
"It is to please others than yourself."
"For your stand and ego, it doesn't fit your actions." I said
"It has to be as so." You replied
I twisted to be released
Your clutch held on me, as a child with its mother
Leaning towards me did you
Till breath meet breath
A light of darkness stunned us
Then brightness, blinding both
Held us, in a moment of realization
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A Dream as A Poem
PoetryThis is a dream of mine that I wrote into a poem because I thought it would be cooler and easier to do so! Hope you guys enjoys this and also comment what you liked. And if you have questions, ask away! Thanks for the support! P.S. "My blood" equals...
