it was always make believe
a charade
blatant, well cultivated fakery
a castle built with breezes
that smelt of intoxicating breaths
and i always did believe
phantasms are fulfilling
i've never touched your smile
though curved it once or twice
maybe
never tasted your smile
consuming my defences
confusing the visionary
when the shadow slipped inside
the lurid box of dreams
a glow worm was born
but ive never kissed your eyes
and a phantom voice reminds me
i just always miss your eyes
and i somehow do believe
phantasms are fulfilling
and i always do recieve
messages
the chimeric castle is
illumed
by the glow worm
born from shadows
and the shadow will suffice
until the day
i get to hold your eyes
in mine
12 comments:
Pretty one lassie, but shiver me timbers, must you go on aboot love?
Well written. But mush, nevertheless.
Don't waste your poetry on mush. You're too good for it.
bah. the mad baccha has hidden depths. its deep, the very. and nice. the very.
question...who exactly are you in love with?
i second shreya...
and i loved the last lines...
So what if I'm the graphic designer? Am I not allowed to admire, appreciate and ask for a piece of your work? I like your art style. It's something a person who is afraid of messing up can't quite emulate (that would be me).
Thanks for the info on weevils. I was so wrong about them. I used to think they were those cockroach-like insects. You know the ones that look like they're distant cousins of the revered and very disgusting cockroach.
Why do you call yourself Weevil Girl, if I may ask?
beyond brilliant
Ah. Mush... yes, well.
Uh... was it mush, or are you like.... loving your guitar or something. {Yes... I write love poems to my telescope and my computers.}
WOOOOOOOOOW that was great
no more tho.
imdone.
@LD SHUT UP AND SINF MORE THAN WORDS FOR ME
:P
shonai-ty :P
shreyadi- a ghost.
DC- WHA?thanks
:D
PK- oh well.nvm.
and thanks all.
No more?
*puzzled*
very very deliberate. very very nice.
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