Whatever, whatever
In my dream, he remains a curse.
A curse of love, a flower of suffer.
I don't mind mentioning of what had occured,
but wondering what did he prefer.
I met him in the field of tulips,
where my delusions become deep and fly.
I have endless dreams moarning: "What if?"
If I have persuaded myself and known he's not a light.
Amidst the petals, his presence blooms,
A haunting reminder of impending dooms.
Yet still I ponder, in the depths of night,
If love's true essence can set things right.
DU LIEST GERADE
A Chaotic Mind
PoesieA series of poems that I write about my daily life, including strange thoughts, struggles and love. Life is a chaos, but so beautiful.
