Sometimes I just think that you are a beautiful lie. The most perfect I've ever heard or seen. You are not real, you can not be... it's just a fake obsession that takes the control to me and eats my whole soul. Or...?
Far away, your voice drives me crazy, and I can't say a word out loud so I lay down on pages sweet words full of admiration. I have wrote you in rhymes, lines and colors. I wrote you to be alive forever, to never be lost, to belong to me eternally.
Your eyes, made of the darkest nights, I sketch them with black charcoal to pervade the souls.
I have placed your body, in thousands of poems in unknown languages, so that everyone can feel your pulse and you will live forever.
"Oh you, wonderful being,
What have you done in my mind?
Whitout you I'm lost in longing
... and I can not sleep at night.
When you smile at me, gently,
I know all that's wrong is gone,
My child, wait patiently,
Untie my heart - and done.
What have I done to deserve this?
I'm an unforgivable sinner, and...
You are the perfect sentince to me
Now I need to write you until the end
I will break pieces from me
To make you sound perfect,
Because were born to be,
To complete each other's defects ."
-S.
*Everything is original.