I continued to look at
your wonderful
face ,
From the pillars
filled with vines
dripped in
golden
glaze.
Your smile was as
sweet as the
ambrosia I
recently
seen,
And suddenly you
shot a gaze
towards
the place where
I stood
and I suddenly
sunk.
You always wear that
Golden sash as it
matches your
wreath .
And I'm wearing clothes
made of rugs
and leaves .
I am just your servant ,
and you are
my king;
And
maybe
I
just
belong
behind
the
pillars
of
your
dreams .
YOU ARE READING
Words Left Unspoken
PoesíaFeelings, emotions and thoughts running in my mind; imagining things would be fine. Love, hate, forgiveness and pain; are the perfect things to be found inside this book of words left unspoken. ------------- A copyright @pikachooseme All rights res...
