Want and Will

I just want to be the thing


You never dream

But always find.


The one who


Never makes it out

From the corners of your mind.


The one with whom you never knew


You’d spend all

Your pleasant time.


Even though you are the thing

That brings me back to life,

I’ll act the fool who never knew

You were the freedom from my strife.


When the fog is pulled away

From those all-seeing tawny eyes


I’ll sport my best theatricals

As a shroud of my surprise.


When all is said and done

And you wake from the lies


I’ll be the thing with which


Your hands

And your fate are intertwined.


This poem is about: 



Forever our unique undevine

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