Sleep is giving you're hurt body a rest and go somewhere far. When beautiful crystal formed eyelids close and white and black marbles roll to the back of you're head, you're asleep. Deep profound silence washes over you like relieving yourself from a bad mournful memory.
I never knew were I flew. I don't know where I'am.
The cold hugs me in a way that makes me love you. You? How would I love a skinless monster? But the cold is to sweet to regret and forget. Black stained lips kiss my neck slowly. Leavening everything at the touch dead. But I like that feeling. The feeling of being loved, even if its something horrible and sinful.
My mask of sorrow never hide the true swirling fires my eyes wanted to keep for themselves. My body was never wrapped around silk sheets of words, just with ropes of spines and sad sweet symphonies. The music was twirling around you're facade and bringing everything down to the surface. You're black marbles were vivid with black hollow light, but it was beautiful.
You were beautiful after all.
October 8,2013
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Three souls of mine
PoesíaSo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
