The blues
That's what I see
When I look at your
yellows and bright reds.
Lemongrass and envy,
Wonder and gaiety,
Empowers the sin
I commit through a glimpse of you.
Oh you, who reflexes.
Speaks like a tempter
Words that are desperate.
Erudite and exemplary;
Shiny in an armour, so extraordinary.
The furore, the seethe,
Through which I desire.
And yet you are smart
And a hundred leagues apart.
I don't mean to be metaphoric
Because my situation here is quite legit.
I haven't seen you in years.
But see your face
Behind my tears.
And I still think of you
Exceptionally.
Were thou a liar or
An angel sent to my heart
Through many of my breakups
And heartbreaks,
Breach of faith and lovers exchanged,
I have given you a place
As that of a throne.
But it, only is without the king
That singsongs.
Sensational and enrapturing.
Ordinary but only physically.
I do not know what to make of you.
For I made a fool of myself
in front of you.
My feelings, forever concealed
Will never be told.
And perhaps I lack
the gallantry you possess.
Cause there's little chance
I would come to you
Even if we crossed paths
Ever Again.
How I entail my curtailing years
Looking at the photograph
Of your smiling doppelganger.
Reminiscing the time
I felt your breath
Fall upon mine,
I imagine a kiss
As it felt so close as one.
I smile, I smirk
Grin and lurk,
Where you would never be aware.
As you never were.
Do you sneeze at times,
Just to wonder if someone
Thinks of you at night?
The idea is still too romantic
And filmy.
But so are my feelings.
Ones that, though, have been
Expounded in words,
Embellished with pictures
And told through tales
Could never reveal
How they feel unless,
Felt by heart.
My reverence of such
Philosophy you retain
And speak words so wise,
And smile so kind
Though ravishing at first
It always breaks my mind.
Imbecilic and naive
With thoughtful and reliant;
Doesn't fit as well
As I would like.
And I know his impression of me
is too modest.
So we might never be
Only a centimeter apart ever again;
Truth be told.
But never will his features
And his darling face
Ever efface
From my psyche.
They will always leave a trace.
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