Hang your picture in my head
Push me through the softest bed
And let destiny choose the best
With your top lips, long eyelashes, meet and greets, longing glances
I described my dazzling subject dumped into all my poems
"All mine," my heart's chanting all the prose
Your breath has cursed me like an oath
All that's written is his fault
But it doesn't matter anymore
I kept your art inside a vault
You shared all your secret files, aging into decades
Traveling to the tunnelway of my imagination never fades
With that look, I could escape all the crimes we've committed
Plans that broke, spiral notes
We've done all the things they thought were jokes
Winning smiles and joyous eyes
We kept it hidden all the time
Secret files are accessible
You're hidden, but it's visible
YOU ARE READING
Your Love Buried Deep Inside My Disastrous Heart (Poetry)
ŞiirMy most poetically written poems are buried deep inside my disastrous heart. Love is poetry; you are the poetry.
