Thoughts Between

Restriction

Remember when we spend our nights in hues
Like how I stared in your eyes in blues
As your hand's holding tightly in mine
Like how I gaze in your seldom smile

You reach for every alluring part of mine too soon
Like how wolves howl during the arising of the moon
My mind was fabricated with mists of ecstasy
How I wish I could discard your fantasy

I'm too confused if I should hold you tight
When it was all about dictate and fright
Your words are my cell, your embrace is my prison
How I wish I could seek for liberty while I was drowning in your love wanting to be free

Merge Poem (Prison, That Night and Lover's Agony)