Standing.
Here in your life
Living through your glassy eyes
Your beauty pierces my flesh like a thousand sharp knives
My soul does not lie…
I live for your presence
It is the only reason for my existence...
Just to be beside you and feel the impact of our internal energies
Our physics...our chemistries
I wish I was the sun that caresses your gorgeous face
Shining upon you ever so gently, so brightly
Like some sort of angel, heavenly laced
But from another universe...you came into me
Compelling these alien emotions to erupt within
I wish I was the moon
Guiding you through your darkest night
I watch you drift into unconsciousness
Intruding your REM, like some sort of parasite
As I manipulate your subconsciousness
discombobulating your insides
You cannot seem resist
My allure will continue to persist
Wondering aimlessly through those lucid dreams
Making them all reality, it seems
I am aware of your vulnerability
Clearly,
there is no escaping...
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Stairs going to heaven,
and hours of waiting the death,
but life is stronger than ever,
when you feel it will leave you there,
and trust your instincts and actions,
and live longer than death,
beacuse when death calls you down,
wisdome shall rise.
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Pictures everywhere. On paper, in the eyes, in frames, inside the soul. Moments frozen in time. Forever they will last. Do not believe. Do not believe.
The other thing that really bothered me was that a majority of the lines felt as if they stopped suddenly. I'm not picking up a flow for the most part, and it makes it rather difficult to read as I feel as if I must slam on the brakes at the end of each line. This is rather problematic for a piece that is centered around a rhyme scheme.
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