The Queen Darkar Poem by Paris Thulare

That winter evening,
The story non-ending was embarking.
My heart was rusty and thirsty
With Wishes blurring my mind.
There you came willing.
Surely but slowly.

With question like hurricanes,
Imploring my cerebellum,
Poking my emptyness in life,
While I wanted nothing to do with love.
With my emptyness I crawled like mamba,
But the Vernon was running short.

That 1st strike was respulsive,
Taken by winter winds,
The second bitten my shyness
But the demons in me rufused to rise.
The third, the fourth.
By the firth I saw that 1st text popping,
The boy in me became a man in seconds.

I tossed and turned
My quizzes became rethorical,
The grip in me grew tiny,
With only fingertips away,
I was to trip
Then I knew it was over.

On my way falling down,
On my way drowning with frowns,
I saw an angel waving.
I saw the perfection calling.
An inch of consciousnesses grew,
It was blurry but cloudy,
So gloomy but worthy.

You grabbed my broken pieces,
When I was almost about varnishing,
You glued them with feelings so elastic,
Mixed with that something like green plastic,
And put them inside your package.
I don't why, but I became part of you lagguage.

I was a corpse singing lonely tunes,
I was a part of a frowny mob,
Waiting for a death sentence.
You bailed me out,
And maybe a believer.
You brought me in town,
And turned me into a lover.

The part of me became yours
The blood of me mixed with yours
The love in me grew in tons.
A lyric and beat mixed to make that one song.
A song that became only ours.