Invade this ominous wasteland, infect my mind with sorrow. Sere my thoughts of lavish hate and thrill me with a new mixture of words.
Phantom poet
Corrupt my mind
Trail your profound vocals
down my spine
Seep into my blood,
flow freely
SHow me who I am through the verses of a sonnet
Kiss my lips,
with that of a limerick
Entwine our names,
vertically rhyming
Give me a breath inside your
alphabetic ocean.
-He spoke silently to me-
Butterfly,
Oh my love
come to me
I stand before you confessing, out the soul
My heart aches at your absence
I am wounded
Your astonishing holy beauty haunts me
Sent me to the edge of madness,
I wander the streets howling your name
How did the universe conspire to create such a star?
A star whose lights illuminate even the night
Your body is a temple in which I long to worship
on my lips
Your name will linger in my praise.
About the Creator
Lorenza Ornelaz
I am a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who loves to laugh! I write to escape the chaotic reality of this world.
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