It was the beauty of the soul that caught my attention.
The curve of the lips
The emotion behind every glance...
It was the aesthetic of the physique and the wondrous mind that reeled me in.
It wasn't nonexistent for once.
It was real.
It was free and liberating, not the usual chained soul.
Flesh and blood; a beautiful mixture of pale darkness.
A seemingly contrast between night and day; so magnificent and powerful, one word lifting me from my knees.
Lifting me from the prison in which I was held down from being who I was.
Not forgetting the power behind the eyes... So dark and mysterious; enchanting and exotic... Moving me away from my chains
This time not a dream, a nonexistent want that haunted my heart
But a real being that brought light into the darkness of my world.
My mind would pulse with emotion, such strong attraction that my heart was beating in its own rhythm for once.
Nothing of the sort ever existing in my small bubble of captivity.
It was eye opening, I was enthralled; hypnotized...
I didn't mind
It was a beautiful, horrible thing to finally be free.
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Bruised Galaxies
PoetryCollection of poems. May be depressing and or triggering for some so if you don't want to read this type of poems I advise you not to read ahead. Hope you enjoy:)
