Through the hours of which I burn
a black hole consumes me
It's nice to feel something he said
questioning how he got there
As he breaks down my walls
with great force and strength
that make me weak
I think
what can I give him except for the touch of my lips?
Although he makes me question things unseen
and yes, I do feel this circadian dream
I know I can’t promise him everything
But I continue to burn through the fabric
I have no choice
what I feel is magnetic
a driving force
A blue flame combustion when the dark and light meet
Subject to a new love unseen
What can we give except the touch of our lips?
All I know is I’ve changed
I feel free
like stone unstopping the sea
It is nice to feel something unforeseen
About the Creator
G. Ali
I'm an Artist, Nanny, and Avid Reader. Writing is therapy.
Mama’s Boy
I’ve been a fiancé for four years and three months. We’ve been together for six and a half years total, and we have a two-month-old son together. I can’t help but think that we’ll never get married. We haven’t even decided on a wedding date. When I bring it up, he tries to escape the room as if he’s late for something more important.
By Real Poetic4 days ago in Chapters
Comments (1)
Interesting poem!