Shaped by sharp figures of candor and zeal.
Your body speaks of sonnets and allegories from dreams.
I ask from a distance, "are you even real?"
You flick your finger and the beat picks up rhythm
Of indiscernible music, only heard by the soul.
Is there a message in this physical wisdom?
An invitation to a prison devoid of parole.
I have fallen to the bait of the shadow before me
For the love or obsession of darkness' projection.
Grandeur and reward all must but agree
To the showcase of this floating apparition.
Oh, your movements all seem life-like.
Your chin, your nose sway swiftly in glory.
Your hair brushing past, are they black, gold, or white?
I drown in your charm, in your false sense of vanity.
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I want to so badly grab you by the arm, by the waist
Touch your skin, are they warm or cold as the night?
Are your lips as sweet as your outline portrays?
Step out of that mystery, come dance in the light.
Blood rushing, I swiftly ran towards your ghost
Fueled by a selfish desire brightly lit.
The fire in my candle gone smothered by the cold,
And when the flame died,
you died with it.
Unrequited love ranks to be the purest but most painful forms of love. In the conquest to pursue the one we love, we often find ourselves in the danger of drifting further away from that person or even entirely lose the chance of being with that loved one.
This original poetry is my entry to Steem Summit's Poetry Contest - English Category
Cheers,
Xayd