Outlandish Curiosity Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Its as though you never saw me
here, sitting in the hall of mirrors
in this house of memories,
and so the sounds of the wooden floor
have sang to me, so unjustly, so playfully
that your name have fallen with a tear
and a shrug, I said timidly
it changes, the colors of the wall
from bright to dim, from soft to harsh
and the ridicule of the night air have made
my dreams lose hope, and its as though
there was no before and we were no more
in these brown and blue corridors
I hear no voice and yet i feel its choice
its force, unlike the delicate and frighten
an eerie romance of it came to touch me
and I remained....