When I looked into that sea of green
I knew
You were meant for me
Then why is it on his shoulder, you lean?
Silken clothes
Red lip taints
Your lifestyle does not match his personality traits.
A breath of joy
In this monotonous regime
You're the tempest
That he cannot tame.
I want to wake up embraced
In a cocoon
Of that olive skin
Which only he gets to taste.
Dancing in the wind,
Honey coloured tresses lure
Oh honey,
Can you not see he's blinded you?
I watch from a distance
Entwined in ecstasy
The sins of passion devour the both of you.
Little do you know, he's only got you in a trance.
I want to pick up the courage
I want to meet you
I want to hold you
I want to keep you
But it's not the right time.
When is the right time?
Why does he get to see you?
To hold you?
To feel you?
I look at you, I feel free.
Naturally, since you belong to me.
But I'm not content.
I'm not satisfied.
I don't want 'free'
If you're still tied.
I will cut you loose,
I will save you from his noose.
Blue eyes,
Black hair,
Pink lips.
Lips that touched you.
No one can touch you.
This is for you.
(His arms are tied)
Only for you
(His legs are tied)
Everything will be fine
(A knife in hand)
For now, you are all mine.
I tried a new style? I'm not a fan of it but it took a while so... I would also like to draw attention to the difference in the way the lover/psychopath describes the two. The alluring words for the female's features and the bland description of the male.
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wait,
PoetryWait, As the world you stand upon spins into the dark, the only light emitted by igniting a spark. Wait, And look at the chaos, the hate that fills, that fuels, that brims. The screams that hurt even the deaf, felt by all, even the daft. Wait, To...
