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Mercury Retrogate I
I don't doubt
your love
I doubt for all
that exist in any way all around
I'm not sure
of my breathe
Is it real
or am I dead?
and by dead, my meaning is profound
Did I come
into your life?
Are you a comfortable
comforting lie
or you arrived to me when you were most needed?
Is synchronicity
a reliable clue?
Do you believe
that my love is true
or is it our current emotional state being mistreated?
I want to cry
and rip my heart
and write with her blood
upon my pad
perhaps I 'll see the naked truth over my stanza
I want to quit
trying to align
I'll never be yours,
you'll never be mine
but then again I always think that's not the answer
My sacred rhetorical
response
is what I fear
and crave the most
it's what we hide inside the basement of our unconscious
You are my paradise
burned out from gods
I seek of evidence
of emotional frauds
but then your kiss makes me consider I'm being too cautious
May this symbolize
the end of a season
where we used to
wake for no reason
may this be our rebirth through love and purity
But right now
this planet slows down
I'm sensing treasures
waiting to be found
what is required is a clear mind and self maturity
Balance in thoughts
is like a joke
In order to open
it brakes the lock
and then apologizes to my self for being improper
All of my dreams
weep on the floor
when they hear you
they ask of you more
your absence is, in my field, a dangerous cropper
your love
I doubt for all
that exist in any way all around
I'm not sure
of my breathe
Is it real
or am I dead?
and by dead, my meaning is profound
Did I come
into your life?
Are you a comfortable
comforting lie
or you arrived to me when you were most needed?
Is synchronicity
a reliable clue?
Do you believe
that my love is true
or is it our current emotional state being mistreated?
I want to cry
and rip my heart
and write with her blood
upon my pad
perhaps I 'll see the naked truth over my stanza
I want to quit
trying to align
I'll never be yours,
you'll never be mine
but then again I always think that's not the answer
My sacred rhetorical
response
is what I fear
and crave the most
it's what we hide inside the basement of our unconscious
You are my paradise
burned out from gods
I seek of evidence
of emotional frauds
but then your kiss makes me consider I'm being too cautious
May this symbolize
the end of a season
where we used to
wake for no reason
may this be our rebirth through love and purity
But right now
this planet slows down
I'm sensing treasures
waiting to be found
what is required is a clear mind and self maturity
Balance in thoughts
is like a joke
In order to open
it brakes the lock
and then apologizes to my self for being improper
All of my dreams
weep on the floor
when they hear you
they ask of you more
your absence is, in my field, a dangerous cropper
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