Dear Elio, our illicit whispers dance along with the wind
Dear Elio, your words brush against my skin
Our skies taint with pigments of blue
When they are blissed with ignorance of my mind dancing with you
And when some other man kisses my hand
Our ship docks at the shore of our dream land.
Dear Elio, your absence is a piercing knife
Dear Elio, I feel the wisp of your hand in mine
When my fingers run along the scented ink
My heart becomes a ship that sinks
In loveliness and in glee
In pain in the loss of our serenity.
Take my hand along the daffodils
Our footsteps burying the deep earth to reach uphill
If I shall die, it shall be from your lips
Kisses deciphering mischievous encrypts of a lunar eclipse
Because of that, dear Elio, I'll eagerly wait your letter back
Dear Elio, I'll wait for as long as my breath could last.
Dear Elio, how I wish to see the raw power of your name
Dear Elio, my insides scratch the wall screeching in vain
The weight of your soul flows through like your sunny curls
Debarred for lovesick girls so I seethe in your allure
Underneath the willow tree, clandestine vows guised as an afternoon tea.
As we live, so I shall not breathe
Oh my Dear, Sweet Elio - no, I shake my head,
I cross out that name we mask in shadowy threads
As I unveil this within ourselves, our time would come to a gleam
Oh my Dear, Sweet Elio or should I say, my Dear, Sweet Eloise.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
