Monday, 28 May 2018

Mia MUSE




Aggressively, tomorrow I will wake up in you arms,
Dreams like this make my heart light faintly into the night skies,
My eyes close up tight,
As my brain shudder of the unwanted,
Lustful thoughts
The morn is here again!

Tonight, is the beginning of forever,
See, your eyes just like your face glows with an orange hue,
Hold me,is the voice that hums in my head,
Illusions created in my space.. should I just shout and say you are gorgeous

I am not the poet of description,
Let me brag I'm Dante Alighieri,
You are Beatrice, let me write you poems and poems until the world is jealous,
Let me suck on your lips,
And stick on you
Like an ambient fragrance

Beautiful, tomorrow I'll grave a tattoo of your name on my hands..
A painful reminder of your existence above,
And deep within my skin,
Like a nickname, you are stuck in my lips

Tomorrow, if torment comes,
Let it be for the reason of deep affection.
You are my rare tulips,
Lavender,
Rose,
You are my ice sculpture,
Morning dew
Beautiful song bird,

Aggressively, tomorrow I will wake up in your arms,
Missed, beaten by the thoughts of you,
Because you are my rejuvenation
My muse



©Hurt_Surgeon ™


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