Pure Fantasy II
A feeling felt so old I forgot what it felt like,
So confusing I couldn't tell if wrong or right.
How could I be a fool, to forget something so pure,
My heart beats still, and through shock I still endure.
Logically I am lost, emotionally I cannot find the word,
A feeling so high it soars as high as any bird.
Such confusion; Is this the feeling I thought I'd never feel again?
What is to be done to achieve this heart's desire then?
In the past I acted out of necessity, governed more by sadness,
But today I feel something that borderlines madness.
A craze akin to pure euphoria, ecstacy;
My mind now only graces me with works of fantasy.
Is this all I needed to feel whole again?
Is she my other half?
What I know now and then,
No words pervade me with what be said,
Stronger than a simple feeling, thought or vibe,
A stronger madness flows through my mind,
Is this love?-
I couldn't possibly describe.
13/1/15
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The Black Book: The Last Romantic
PoesiaAssorted poetry from the Black Book regarding love, heart break, and the seemingly endless search for "the other half". As is customary of my works, a few of them contain dark undertones.
