Sometimes we drift
Into a tropical space
Inside of which
We open our face
To the light mist
of a green maze.
Nostalgia triggered
And love enveloped
My tender fingers
To keys worshipped
Which express thoughts
And lasting highs
Of nostalgia lost
And infinite skys.
There is everlasting
Hope within my heart
Causing Tropes casting
A sensitive start.
My wet eyes rise
Unto a brilliant light
Mentally I fly
As a tethered kite.
Chained to earth
I writhe in longing
To then rebirth
As a bird flying.
My eyes redden
Yet yours are dry
Before you I'm fallen
Still you wont cry.
We joke of your kind
That you're a robot
While in my mind
I haven't forgot.
You are truly metal
Made of cold parts
Inside you echo
You have a metal heart.
Do not eat my heart up just to let it dissolve in your abrasive stomach acid. Take care of it instead of mindlessly neglecting it.
