Tacenda ➵ poems

face

His lips, red and plump,
Softly carved onto his face,
A perfect sculpture of my dreams.
I could almost feel him in my fingers,
But with the barrier of reality,
We were parted.
Placed in different lives and souls,
Inside a cage of metal lies,
And afflictions.

Still in my head we remained attached.
His piercing blue eyes,
Heaven to mine.
Even at night they outshine the brightest stars.
And when I look at him the world vanishes.
Everything didn't matter for he was my light.
Butterflies would fill my stomach,
I would die a million times.

I may look absurd with these words.
Fantasizing with my eyes open,
Writing poems, intoxicated.
But I'm aware someday,
I'll prove them all wrong.
He'll find me and spare me the pain,
Of knowing how much I've waited and cried,
For the wrong person all along.