Darling! Where you've been?
The world is spinning.
Honey, in it, where have you never been?
In the palm of my hand, I hold an orb.
Only I can see, it shows me what I need to see.
How marvelous! Though, what else can I decree?
Darling, take my hand, dance with me.
Your palm, it touches mine so gingerly.
On the ballroom floor, we swing.
Honey! I can see your gams, they move in sync with mine.
Fresh, yet delivering! How quaint are our eyes?
They simply exist, a refreshing fact, is it not?
When I stare into them, suddenly I see!
Your life, in my palm-- no, the world.
Destiny-- 'tis a fragile concept, love.
In the slightest mistake, I'll predict it with no doubt.
This estimation is bestowed upon me, the observer of most.
On the dance-floor, I see your every step.
Every move, as we follow instruction given in hell's absence.
Well aware, or are you?
Never underestimate the intelligence of a cursed one.
Never be blind, the potential of our lives...the evil I could do.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
شِعرLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
