Subject to Love
"When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do nothing but that..."- William Shakespeare
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.
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