Elliot

The euphoria

In which I envision love

The crave I can’t consume

Because it’s simply an illusion to all that it’s not

Yet still

I fall for the one who doesn’t want

Me

Is that crazy?

Does this make me mad?

That I chase

For something I’ve never had

The lust

It overcomes me

With everything society tells me it shouldn’t be

But you

You’re the imperfect perfection

That I long for

You don’t know what you’re doing to me

The lip bites

Soft eyes

That makes me want to stay up with you

To see the stars as they twinkle in your light eyes

Let’s stay up all night

See the sun rise

Your fogged eyes

As you cry or speak of the unforgivable that you have and have yet not witnessed

You’re pure

Many may disagree with that statement

But not in the experience of touch

No, but the innocence of your soul

That is what I know

Your body

Your mentality

All yet have been scared

But your soul still holds beauty that no man or woman can take away

Your soft eyes

Pale skin

Soft lips

Are just distractions, but not the main reason I want to stay

No your fascination

and views as they say

You describe the tattoos of your signature look.

Every word

Smile

You breathe

One step away from me

But yet I still can’t wrap it around me

That you’re not into me

But I’ve been to the cities where no buses go

I continued to go

Hoping

Waiting patiently for something like a dead dog arising from the dead

Until one day

The heavens and earths

Stopped being against me

Arose the dog

As i sat up slowly from the bench

Where I now knew what surrealism meant

The door opened

SWEEK

SWEEK

and there I was

In the bus that took me away

As I stared from the very back seat

At the mystery city

That no buses had come before the one I sat in at that very moment

Like the bus, I waited for the impossible

As for luv, I shall do the same

Your soft eyes

As you play and play your guitar the night away