For the mysterious man in my dream... I don't know, but I'm utterly hooked by how you made me feel, even though sadly, it isn't real...
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"Mr. Mysterious"
Mysticism leads to curiosity,
Dreaming might be believing?
Darkness loomed as time goes,
One nightmare would be unfair.
A wear out human lying on bed,
Exhaustion searing through bones,
Lulled by nocturnal voices to slumber,
On otherworld she went to wander.
Body of yours now cataleptic,
Inside thy mind, some illusion.
On him had a faded vision,
Hands touching, passion burning.
Though appeared so implicit,
He’s godly, so exquisite,
Shared deafening whispers of laughter,
To all your wounds, he was the healer.
His skin rubbing yours,
Seemed to have a longing kiss.
A warm blanket of paired arms,
Comforts your biggest fantasy.
Never ever knew him before,
Not even seeing the length of reality.
As you both lay somewhere,
You feel safe, ‘cause he’s there.
A pillow of pure cotton,
Like his own chest was,
Can feel the flush, warmth,
In his flexed muscle and sweet blood.
He’s mysterious, very tempting,
Yet already laid was a bitter ending.
Struck by the spear of waking,
Bracing the cruelty of our parting.
Slowly, painfully, he’s disappearing.
Like a cherished object, dissolving.
The delusion’s unworthy of regret,
He’s the one unmerited to forget.
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Pieces of Poetry: Book 1 (Completed)
PoetryEvery strong emotion no matter how big they are, can be broken down into words and arranged in free verses. Pieces of Poetry is a poem collection that features ten varied poems each with different subjects. These crafts of mine is mainly dedicated t...
