Monday, August 1, 2016

For The Princess Surreal

In the dead of the night when the monsters are asleep 
When the dew drops on the roof seem muffled and weak 
When the night insects around me silence themselves 
And the coldness engulfs me casting its spell

I lay prostrate in the darkness mimicking the night 
A calmness on the outside but a cold turmoil inside 
I want to gaze upon your angelic face 
And kiss your lips full of wonders and grace

My mind is tormented because you are not here 
The dreams have departed and now my soul is laid bare 
I call out to you hoping the dreams would reappear 
I need you within me I need you like air

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