If I could see who you'd be
If I could prophesy to my dreams
I'd stop these pains
I'd let these confusions be
I'd create a slender fairy
These visions I see are vague
The arms do not match the legs
Could it be a plague?
I see you lie on my shoulder
Whispering to my heart
Yet I feel your arms pause my veins
Piercing my romances apart
I see your fairness mirror my smiles
You depict the art I make
Yet your back "decolours" to an ebony
Which part do I take
Which do I wake with?
I held your soft hairs
Thrust into it my palms to feel the sole
It pumped to acceptance
Cuddled my hands into its soul
But the skull was bald; brushed by "unhairy" airs
I'm lost in confusion
This world is maturing into punishment
Maybe there's no you
It's just my self illusions
This is my path; it's my fate
But if you finally choose to be
Know I've craved for centuries in my heart
Until then;
Live in my magical nation
Beautify my imaginations
Poem curled from my facebook page http://facebook.com/PrincesOfLiterature
