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I have watched you,
From thousand miles part,
I have loved you,
With pieces of my heart falling apart.
You know me not,
No that you do care,
For you're that fruit,
That's forbidden for the dead.
I have traced you,
With these wilderness-tic eyes,
Graced your ethereal essence,
With my senses- they are now blind.
You do not know,
Nor do you see,
For you hear me not,
Calling out to your memories.
I float in there,
In that little mind of yours,
Though you're oblivious.
I'm your past,
That unrealistic memory,
That feathers up in your dreams,
For I'm the nightmare amidst your daydream.
You are afraid,
You feel sour,
But hark now,
For it's the taste of the flower,
The one that you consumed,
Unconscious and asleep,
Drunk to the core,
It's poison from your creep.
Drowsed and unclear,
Stumbling upon your own tears,
You observe, slowly,
Till your eyes bleed.
The hallucenogenic night seems bleak,
Against those amethyst eyes
That lurks amongst those trees.
Searching.
Searching clearly for me,
But dear it's too late,
For now death is your fate.
You stagger,
Blindly searching for help,
Till, like a rose withering,
Your body collapses,
Drowning you deep in sleep.
I have waited,
And waited,
For the time to arrive,
And now what?
You say.
.
.
.
.
.
You come.
.
.
.
.
.
And be mine.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
