I was hypnotised by the fire in your eyes,
But I confused a candle flame for the moon,
And now I’ll never escape your hair.
No matter how much I eat through your clothes,
I’ll never reach your heart;
Your skin is marble.
In your closet, I can dream of our love,
Writhing around the poison you’ve left especially for me.
I know I should leave,
And I would,
If actions could travel directly from my brain to my limbs.
But old delusions keep pushing action aside,
And as I stand mesmerised,
Your hair only wraps me tighter.
Dada
/ August 15, 2014That was very haunting, yet beautiful.
W. R. Woolf
/ August 16, 2014Thank you.