All day I look at her face,
And try, not to weep.
So I can remember her eyes interlace,
When I cry, myself to sleep.
I promise myself,
Tomorrow's a new day.
A new trophy on my shelf
Because I'm going to go up to her say,
~What I really feel,
~What I really want.
Like I'm guilty in court, I'm going to appeal.
~To all my fantasies,
~My soon to be memories,
~All my delicious intimate intricacies.
And as I, dictate,
I'll notice her,
Brown brushed eyes, dilate.
Pumping up, her heart rate.
She'll bite down her lower lip,
And She'll tell me,
How she too, Has finally found her soulmate.
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
