Your glow is like ambrosia, a goddess could smile. I become senseless when it kisses my lips, smiles on my cheeks. Nobody could cure my pain, you're not nobody. A purest ascent. I get to paradise and you're there in your pretty, noir scenes. You cherish your sweet potentialities as if you're to perish, but you are not perishable. Could I see you in my dreams again?
Your gaze is like stars in a spiral, speaking of sweetest prospects. Tears are your companion, they're there to release your control. You begin to see elegance again, I see elegance when I see you. Silky eyes, they're pristine. I can see you in a skyscape, your eyes replicate Selene. I swear that you're the princess of Nyx, she's watching over you eternally.
You, precious, are the princess in our world. There you sit with your beautiful silver tiara of ethereal creation in your chair of self-assurance, the stars at night sparkle on you and the sun glimmers onto your tiara with its light. You attract exaltation as you are its royalty. Blessed be, your potent gleams. Image of your innocence and beautiful eyes, they lead me to a soul created of the purest elysian light.
Kiss me with your sweet songs, I'll love you eternally.
© Sincerely, ♡ - May 2023
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
