I can't remember what it felt like
I can't remember when it felt right.
I desperately entertain the illusion of what it could be,
Mirrors constructed from lies,don't be amazed at what you
Should see.
Obtain permission to open her heart as if it required me,
Trading has never been an option since the first day
She acquired me.
She's the boss I'm just lucky she hasn't fired me,
I've read the inked manipulation paraphrased
In her diary.
Hopes that her mechanism of defense shuts
Down entirely,
Communication is key and always seems to
Be in dire need.
Cut off from all affection,we know what it leads to,
So you tighten up your grip on someone who no longer
Needs you.
Head over heels, that's exactly how they said
He fell,
Her angelic voice distracts me from this
Petty hell.
Many queens lost on the tour of the kings land,
Before the night concludes wrap me comfortably
In your wingspan.
Questionable potential about staying afloat,
Commitment to row long before you saw
The boat.
Stutter steps, I'm fully aware of how you're
Insecure,
Fasten you in slow make sure that you're
In, secure.
Carefully persuading the queen B to
Escape her hive,
Water under the bridge and neither one of
Us knows how to dive.
Maintain focus on basking in a good state,
Certain lines you shouldn't cross as a sign
Of good faith.
Treasure her pot of gold, our rainbow is never
Lookin' black,
Her love is a promise that I hope is never tookin'
Back.
Against you I've won fights but never feel
Quite like a champ,
Backpedal till our muscles finally ignite
A cramp.
Lost in your eyes last resort was to setup
Camp,
Your wish is my command all you have to
Do is find my lamp.
Maybe we should wet our feet even though the
Water is never that warm,
No games, hand in hand, controlling our
Own platform.
The glass appears even fuller while sipping
From a cleaner cup,
Life is a mess we just do our best to
Clean it up.
About the Creator
Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
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