My Possessed Lover
My Possessed Lover1 min 136 1 min 136
Beneath all that gleaming body
I saw the perfect soul
With the one look from those momentary eyes
There goes my heart that you stole.
Those arms that held me
Were not something that I could call mine
But those touches, baby how can I deny
As brushed as the remittance of a wine
So real, like the reflection of your temporary lips
Yet so light like the touch of a quill
The body that he never owned held me deep
Those ephemeral fingers allured me to sleep
I felt complete yet he was incomplete
I wished to bear in mind that face so sweet
Though that picture was never permanent to keep.
Maybe his words were real
But not the firth with which he speaks.
It was all like a dream but it met the real deeds
Waiting for the inevitable
I saw as he left
Leaving that carcass behind
All my happiness were theft
The figure woke up
But no more the person I knew
His last words were ‘I love you’
But didn’t get a chance to say ‘I love you too’
I looked in everybody
In search of the pretty soul, I adored
His memories were spurious
So was the shape in which he boards.