The Sweet Smell of Potential

A candle flame burning bright,
a lightning bolt expiring,
no more lonely souls, no more lonely nights,
no more heartache that I find tiring.

Look at you! over there with your wide eyes and a narrow mind,

sweet touch of redemption, voice remaining serene,

yet not as tranquil as the thought of us,

not as clear as the sight of your body's temple which is my only heaven.

I'll make you mine, I'll make you mine,

I say that all the time because I claim you yet speak of nothing but,

ordinary norms, which we never were,

and I would resist when you verbally lured.

Stop admiring, silly little girl,

look at me, no, don't. I appear as society's favourite doormat,

with fair skin and meatless flesh,

pathetic eyes which are not classed as the best.

Leave! no, stay. Don't waste yet another day, I'd say,

and disappear, into the mist,

into the corridors and,

blow you a secret kiss.

Eye love you, my pupils would dilate,

to the rhythm of The Smiths, let me get what I want,

wrap yourself around your soul and hand yourself over to me,

no further questions, don't quant.

I will steal your heart since you had stolen mine,

and never return it until the sun won't shine,

I'm admiring, yet I'm blind,

I love you and I hope you don't mind.

Reviews

[Six]

"The Sweet Smell Of Potential", I caught a whiff. Very trippy poem in my opinion Bella. Nice one.

[Bella]

Ah thanks so much