When I had nothing to do
I weaved up all my dreams
With you as a raging monster
Sometimes a blissful prince
At times they were erotic
At times of pains and tears
At times moaning the grievings
At time celebrating feasts
But whatever they were of
There was always a YOU
Cause I could never frame them
Without a Robinhood
By the sunlight or the beaches
I made a paradise
With a lake on the top of mountains
And a beautiful skyline
The drops of waters falling
From mountain lake on trees
And Oh heavenly beauty
It make up with the scene
In a chariot driven by horses
We stood with reigns held high
The cupid bowed the arrow
Which pierced your heart and mine
Your blood entered in my veins
And mine kissed both your cheeks
And that's how my images
Came to a pause of sleep
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Lost Lover
PoetryHighest rank #11 in poetry #11 in poetry on 27/01/2018 #14 in poetry on 26/01/2018 PS: If you get bored easily, then I recommend to read the collection from the newest posts... You just walk walk and walk sometimes to know what's your destiny. I kep...
