Purple hues dancing lustrously
That projects your smile faultlessly,
I desire to hold a grip of your hand
Because you are like a quicksand.
I'm yearning of pastel clouds in Fairyland
Drowning of daydreams in the highland,
I'm gradually extinguishing myself of hoping
But don't want to stop though I'm dying.
I know from the start that you're a trap
My shoulders are numb the moment I tap,
My head spun as this pain crept inside
But I still want you by my side.
You have a godsend of a potent voice
That my heart can easily recognize your poise,
I was once shipwrecked in your amicable shore
Where I was stuck by you and adored.
You are a poison-in-a-bottle spell
Not an elixir that they tell,
You are a dungeon in my lair
But I don't want to get out there.
I wonder if our fates will be intertwined
In the future, are we going to align?
Is our route will be the same
The moment our feet will walk in the rain?
YOU ARE READING
For Pablo
PoetryTo the versatile man That rouses my somnolent passion again, To the outlandish guy That charmed my crafts and sentiments right now, To the skillful gentleman Who let me believe in my capacity, To the appealing man Who reminds me to always be the bet...
