day and night, I hope you'd find me;
a phantom I dream one day to see;
In another's embrace, the Devil's mix;
A morbid truth, a luscious lie, a familiar fix.
In my mind, all I see are days I dread;
I wait for long to no prince charming, was I misled?
To come and go, hide and seek, a love undead;
My virgin songs, through fall and snow, come unbred.
A love so real, I kept blind from atrocities;
A lie so vile, real as pain, just all liabilities;
In lucid dreams, days with you are so enchanting;
yet every end, I wake to no prince charming.
— Anastacia
YOU ARE READING
ANASTACIA
PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
