Boy, you love to play with Lions
All focus on your pretty outfit
Leaving even your favourite lion mesmerized
Your charismatic walk
Enough to sway people who have a certain type
A good taste in men perhaps
Boy, you are so pretty
Even a mirror would shatter looking at your beauty
I am also your secret admirer
And even I would shatter like a mirror
Incase I ever try to confess my love
Love, that's almost forbidden
Boy, I wish I was your lion
The one whom you touch and play with
And I would finally have that privilege to call you my master
My fantasies, my obsession, and the habit of touching myself
Checking my pulse, if ever I could feel my heartbeat again
By just looking at you, my master
Boy, I still dream of that day
When you will finally notice me
Come closer and place your hand on mine
And I would feel alive all over again
Unlike now, when I'm just a non - existent entity
Boy, I'll always love you
And I prefer to ignore those painful memories
When your show ends, there I go
Disappearing into the void
Patiently waiting for your next show
My pretty ringmaster
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The dark side of show business
PoetryBehind every smile lies darkness, And behind every laughter lies madness... but what lies behind this circus performance? A dark history with messed up romantic chemistry, And tears hidden at every mystery ⋆A dark collection of poems based on the d...
