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A 3AM Poem. 18 July 17 |
There's so much mystery & passion behind those eyes. I constantly wonder who holds the key to that fortress? How many doors, rooms, & stories does it consist of ? Have those walls seen many tears ? Or cheers? Who currently dwells inside ? Decking the halls with smiles & kisses ? Though I love those eyes & see the love in them reflected back.... I must not be the key holder.... I would know of such a possession. I thought the admiration from a short distance was enough for my bosom to be filled to capacity. I wrongfully thought that to be true. I believe the true possessor to be the doppelganger of my essence. In mere admiration of the reflection of those eyes. I may never know the true intensity of the mystery & passion that lies behind. |