Better get ready to be amazed,
when thee speaks metaphorically in words,
and will always leave me stunned.
Etching track marks over my thoughts.
All the aura of the body's breathing
and the dark deeps of thy eyes,
containing simply everything,
pretty cool like pink skies.
We always laugh for no reason at all,
into oblivion and far beyond.
The reason? No one can tell,
but for certain, you feel it too, the bond.
Not melancholia, but all shrouded is this poetry,
with brilliance and in sunlit symmetry.
YOU ARE READING
Eight Out Of Infinity
PoetryEight Out Of Infinity is a collection of prose, and poetry. ; @mistmien
