There entered in my heart
a parade of nothing.
An empty space occupying
me from the outside.
It celebrates the loss of my
grief, and gives me the very
feeling of peace inside.
Granting me the space to
finally, replace my heart with
hers,
Like uniting the different
seasides.
She now has flooded this space,
pulling me inside her storm,
and caught my heart like hitting
straight at the bullseye.
What a perfect shot she made,
showing me that in reality,
this imperfectly perfect woman
is all I want from You this time.
And Yes,
I mean it from the depth of me,
with true feelings from the hell
of me,
All for you; you caught me in love
with the truth of me this time.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
