Aberration, my beat-less heart
height like the heavens, emotions rain from the eyes of a jilted soul
butterflies collide in the belly of my drifted whole
moments stuck on replay like tomorrow stuck on tomorrow
today stuck on that day with emotions stuck on replay
Slowly drifting away are the happenings of then
slowly losing my grasp, the vivid pictures elude my den
I can barely remember what happened back then
Yet the feeling is worth to pen
So what do I write?
This I’m not sure of cos all I think of is the author leaving the desk even before the story begins.
Her bright seductive eyes a constant reminder of emotions that take me to heaven.
Even as the word trickle down her soft lips to make sound
“Don’t start with me”
the words elude me in vanishing dust that clears an enchanted path for the fantasies of locking unto the soft lips that chant my dreams in reverse
Her face in a frown, I see it but I’m lost in her eyes as it drowns me in their beauty with tears almost trickling down mine with awe.
The black linings of it walls pencil vivid dreams in my mind. My heart is spellbound I presume.
For what would make me wana touch her skin as her red hot. The magma buried beneath ready to erupt with the slightest touch.
An obvious plan to get rid of my obsession with it’s whole.
An obvious plan with which to bury my soul.
Yet the thought of death only buries my fears
Her red hot magma only dries up my tears
The heat of the moment only bakes up my love
Although I worry this moment as I sit without love
And though I wasn’t supposed to write about this, i couldn’t help but think through what she might be going through, my endless worry of the storms her mind is thinking through
tall like the skies, her eyes connects me to the heavens
the warmth of her smiles like that of dawn
words from her mouth echoes in my thoughts
sounds from her lips rhythms melodies that hear
The act of thoughts, the drama that completes me
every step that she takes, a sway that draws my wave
the look in her eyes, awakens that hunt in me
the want of her love keeps hunting me
Her call for baby, a taunt to me
Yet I call her baby cause I want her for me
A deviation from my path of focus
an aberration in my beat-less heart

