The eyes of an angel
stared right into my soul.
Tickling every little fiber of my being,
made blood rushed into my cheeks,
and even stole my last piece of sanity.
Courage have left me with no choice
but to keep wandering.
Variety is the spice of life.
You lend me your hand
and my skin have never felt something so soft,
velvet and fair
we walked into your lair.
Everything seems to be painted in black,
and you were the only light.
A portrait of a woman was up on the wall
The woman was me.
We were walking on what seems to be
an endless hallway.
The long journey had worn out all of my energy
but it was all worth it
for you are the only treasure, that I am willing to seek.
"Run" you whispered.
They call this a purgatory,
I call it an oasis.
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Summer Solstice and other poems
PoesíaImagination has no limit, fall in love secretly. A collection of poetries about love, life, mental health, happiness and imagination.
