Fact is you’re invisible;
You haunt my dreams
And are deceased.
Maybe I want your essence,
Your lightning flashes
And moody pain,
But I hate this—
You’re dark
As belladonna
Coursing through my veins.
Go ahead—
Make me jealous,
Or despise you.
I’d do anything but desire you;
Don’t want to cling forever,
Be eaten up with longing
When I can’t wish you dead.
Having spent time
With you in dreams,
I now see why demons
Possess you,
I need someone fleshly
I can talk to—
Someone real
Who hears my complaints...
Not a romance
With a wraith
Or a seance in the rain.
Me encanto!!
Me alegro, @ luangelxd: un escritor siempre busca atención :)