Will you ever be, the reality
To my dreams?
Will you be the perfection,
Which through my dream gleams?
Will you be able to trust
Like you do in my imagination?
Or will you be broken into pieces,
Like painful illustrations?
Will your touch be like Midas'?
Greedy yet rewarding.
Or will you be the Medusa,
Whose gaze is distorting?
Will you be a creator
Who plays with her creations?
Or will you be the destroyer
Who kills all her emotions?
Will you be my Icarus
While I am your wings?
So when you meet Solis,
With our parting, it all ends for a beinging.
YOU ARE READING
JUST ANOTHER LIFE
PoetryPOETRY The essence of some experiences sewed together by words.
