Still-
We are bound to an infinity
Naive to the
Straightness of the other,
...
Don’t you dare forget
To say how much you love me
On our most silent days,
On our most simple nights,
...
You say much-
About how you love tomorrows.
You say-
They are much like you,
...
We rise above the silver line
Hymning our sparkling tune
Peaking amidst the cloudy night
...
Do I smell good?
Do I look better now?
How about my shirt?
Look at my hair!
...
I feel the softest finger end
Caress my every lip
Drifting wildly until I bend
To bite its very tip
...
My one true passion is writing poems- love poems. Though my writings are not always perfect, one thing is for certain, they are always from the most honest place in me. I am possesed now by the spirits to share them, in the hope that I improve one way or another. So please just read on and feel free to comment... :))
Parallel Lines
Still-
We are bound to an infinity
Naive to the
Straightness of the other,
Drawn as one,
We seem.
Synchronized,
And aligned perfectly,
Shaded by a single path
Upon a purposeful paper.
But, if the pencil scribbles another mark-
We might find the honesty in
The half inch space of emptiness
In between us.
Finally, wake up to the reality-
That we are now,
But-
Two parallel lines-
Meant
To complement
And never more
Curve and intersect