He has hair,
He has eyes.
He has a voice,
And a walk,
As every good boy should.
But what they don't tell you,
Is the intertwining, enchanting power he holds
Whether it's in his hair, eyes, voice or walk,
It snakes around me, in a cage that feels so good
He suffocates me in a way that I enjoy, until I realize
And even then, it's hard to hurt when I like it so
It's his power not his hair,
That drives me so insane!
No one told me he can get into my thoughts
He's average to you, but defies description to me—
When did that change? When did I stop being like the rest?
When did he enchant me, casting me under a spell...?
He trapped me without meaning to—
So how can I get him to release me?
When he doesn't even know
I could say it's his hair,
His eyes, his voice,
Or walk,
But it's him
—his power—
And it's overwhelming influence over me
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PuisiThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
