This is something i had written a while back, when i couldnt grip the reigns of my imaginary horses tight enough, and they flew thats when i realized how seductive tinkering is.
The fire long extinguished and out cold
The piercing screams of a spectre once dwelled so bold
Reverbratee amidst the vacant halls, the echoes still heard, and the story untold
What's the point of love, she moans
The sight of those sunken hollow pools and a heart turned stone
I say, reminisce, those endless nights of fervour
Whence thou danced at every touch with exquisite tremour
Like a maiden, just touched and deflowered
Drunk in the desperate ecstasy, u glowered
The metaphysical feeling unjudged and unquantified
The glow in ur heart that could light up the nighy sky
Embrace it then, and let it not terrify
And once again she came alive
The pink of her cheeks made alight
For it was a man who touched her heart
Over the moon and in the waters stark
She felt the reigns grip her stronger
For by the corner stood the man that made her a spectre no longer
And they sang, into the night, on the beats of the drum, their supposed conundrum
Far away, in a distant land, the two sat unplanned
The crick of the cricket and the silence of the wicked was all their song could break
Their eyes met, in a discern unsaid
She took with a daze,his handsome face
A thought struck her stray, she quickly looked away for she knew they had seperate ways
Many days from then, in a twist of fate again, in his arms she found her man
His eyes as blue and deep as the seas
Turning the colossal ruins of her heart to dust in breach
His irridescent face, luminous in the bare dim light
A captivating mirage, she feared may flight
No longer did she pity her plight
His glory made her world alight
She lived alone
In a bubble weaved by her own
His portrait she did paint
On the walls of her dreams faint
But collapse it would, under the bright moon
Like the liquifaction of a desert dune
She loved, she loved hence it was tough
To live with the fact that. it was not enough.
The ghost of the past
Love lay buried, deep down as remnants unvisited and forgottenThe fire long extinguished and out cold
The piercing screams of a spectre once dwelled so bold
Reverbratee amidst the vacant halls, the echoes still heard, and the story untold
What's the point of love, she moans
The sight of those sunken hollow pools and a heart turned stone
I say, reminisce, those endless nights of fervour
Whence thou danced at every touch with exquisite tremour
Like a maiden, just touched and deflowered
Drunk in the desperate ecstasy, u glowered
The metaphysical feeling unjudged and unquantified
The glow in ur heart that could light up the nighy sky
Embrace it then, and let it not terrify
And once again she came alive
The pink of her cheeks made alight
For it was a man who touched her heart
Over the moon and in the waters stark
She felt the reigns grip her stronger
For by the corner stood the man that made her a spectre no longer
And they sang, into the night, on the beats of the drum, their supposed conundrum
Far away, in a distant land, the two sat unplanned
The crick of the cricket and the silence of the wicked was all their song could break
Their eyes met, in a discern unsaid
She took with a daze,his handsome face
A thought struck her stray, she quickly looked away for she knew they had seperate ways
Many days from then, in a twist of fate again, in his arms she found her man
His eyes as blue and deep as the seas
Turning the colossal ruins of her heart to dust in breach
His irridescent face, luminous in the bare dim light
A captivating mirage, she feared may flight
No longer did she pity her plight
His glory made her world alight
She lived alone
In a bubble weaved by her own
His portrait she did paint
On the walls of her dreams faint
But collapse it would, under the bright moon
Like the liquifaction of a desert dune
She loved, she loved hence it was tough
To live with the fact that. it was not enough.
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