You sit,
like a king on his throne,
on my mind
and I
willingly submit.
Maybe I'm losing
all sense of reason,
but reason never gave me
pause like your
eyes first did.
I'd love to
fall into your arms.
Taste your lips
like the first fruits
born from a season of hope,
feel your arms
like that of a snake,
wrapped in a grip I cannot escape.
You sit,
like a king on his throne
on my mind
and it's a kind of madness
that's welcome to me.
YOU ARE READING
To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
