Is this
perfection or just imagination?
Her prettiness
is so gorgeous, her smile carnage gentle, her glory was not discovered but made
for perfection – to be appreciated, cherished, adore, worshiped. Her perplexing
looks, her thick lips – thick crystal fresh juicy dripping with oh my goodness
oh how much I’m engraved and
Her amazing body
made for perfection, well crafted, preserved by nature ideal for idolism! She
is so gorgeous but why am I feeling this pain. What a splendid creature
I wish not love
her but I yearning to love her
A year ago I
locked all the doors in my chambers of my heart. Locked that it would never be
accessed by any I wonder how to utter those words. How should I scribble these
words?
Thought in my
head, confusing, filled with curiosity.
My mind playing tricks, my heart pouncing and
skipping a bit:
Why am I afraid,
why is it so complex in simplicity. Why am I brainless, speechless, and confused?
Is this craziness or insane love? Why it is so painful to love is it not deduces
to be a great emotion. I lost my heart
to find her, am brainless unable to process and analyse.
Should I opt to
lose what I have or remain in dark mansions so regain more?
Why am I feeling
so heartbroken while my heart is still at amity? So strange feeling in conflict
makes me unable to disperse it from my inner being.
I continuously attempt to exonerate myself
from her but I fond of to her. Why this unseen force pushing me to express my
undying love. I hate to love her but why am I feeling this way
I just can’t
stop loving her
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