Poetry; My Lover
Remind me again my name,
I slip into a waking coma,
Now and then.
Now and then.
Now.
Lost in rose-coloured petals
Of what feel like memories.
Who I am?
There are time I become you.
I know it's you.
Time and again.
Time and again.
Time.
It ticks and your skin's sticks on my manners
I am certainly no fool.
No sir.
Yet,it sticks.
Creepy glue.
A faceless writer
A spineless Messiah
A choreographed nightmare
A reactant whistle blower
A blizzard in a curtain.
A tarot card misplaced.
The greatness of a Capricorn
Seduction of a narcissistic Virgo,
Allure of a Taurean rage,
the pungency of misty earth.
Or just Monday blues
With sexual tension.
I am confused.
Remind me again my name.
E'ry time I say it,
I hear you.
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