The small river,
me, a little bit shy
The beautiful lake,
you, afraid of lies
Rainfall,
the sky cries
Comes to intercede,
before our hearts dry
In the heavy downpour,
of feelings and emotions
Our desires ride through the flood with unknown expectations
We mix, become a bonded chemistry
Of love unforseen
We form a mighty ocean
Like the one in our dreams
And then we drown in the depths,
the very essence of our being
We stretch our differences, slim
Until it gets to its breaking point,
and surreal becomes real
We slit our individuality's throat,
bleeding profusely, bubbles,
which our breaths sooner steals
In the strong current, we heal our souls with purified emotional pills
Then the purity of love gushes out of our eyes
We behold our reflection in the dancing deep
We reach for each other's finger
They touch...
And then... we're lost...
In the dream that we found
Bounded in love, by love, and for love.
We, an uncommon chemistry
A... fulfilled... fantasy
Love that is love, finally.
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
