I like this, mysterious and beautiful.
I’m staring into my own eyes The mirror of betrayal A mysterious creature gazes back The nuances of her complexity Astonishingly hidden Rising to the surface At the most inopportune times The times where she is the strongest I am weak I love her And hate her And long to know what secrets Are buried behind those deep brown eyes Feral, sometimes soft Sharp, sometimes shaky She changes Like the direction of the wind She morphs From raindrops to icicles To foamy clouds Her form is formless Her desires unreachable She is erotically mysterious- that’s what makes her most dangerous I will never truly know her- Do I ever want to? She leads and beguiles Down beautifully enticing paths Then leaves and deserts When directions are at lack I feel empty without her And betrayed in her presence She is the depth of me Which was never meant to be But through her, I am able to see my true beauty |
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