I figured you would press this,
But unfortunately i dont reply to
One word messages.
They may have seen the fleek,
Visibly...
But i kissed your spirit in different dimensions so you see..
It surpasses the benefit of those mortals who are only trapped in what they see...
Trapped by the confinement of, Visibly..
But to me..
I could be blind and still see you face to face,
Lack my senses and still it be you i taste..
So as you can see,
But i realize her eyes are of a Poet's, trapped in the confinements of her Poetry,
Chained and enslaved
But she appears to be free to the mortal me,
So i kiss her in said dimension, to set her free
But her mission is to find out where the next portal will be.
Her mission is whatever currently she wants it to be,
I but a jester, and she
A free bird and as Sylvester she sees her knight in polyester,
I gesture her aura to draw nye
I fear the compromise will leave me a shrunken giant..
But whats the use if our actions are but defiant...
To a mere love that requires our very alliance...
FortheloveofPoetry
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LP45 says: Great visualization. Keep writing. |
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FortheloveofPoetry says: Thank you! |
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catmartan says: Awesome Write! |
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