i weigh you heart pounding like hell
i knew little things about your little bell
you seldom open your mouth to tell
is there something i can do to help?
i love to lighten up the burden you keep
you need to burst out the queerness within
everyday you seem unconscious lying in
i know you know that i know you are very keen
but once you get up you look at me as if i'm mean
who's trying to bean and torture with a spear
your face in rubbish, you hair uncombed
but despite the hindrances your beauty grows
volatile motions that you cannot hide
sometimes you scream and sometimes you're high
your laughter is unremitting that you can almost fly
reaching for the hightest top flexing your thigh
your vacant stare leads me to nowhere
your thoughts are dotted in the heavenly tower
I tried to interpret but you keep on going to lower
what a marvelous kingdom you must have in your head
which I love to visit and see through my intorspect
you count your steps on your way to your haven
you sing your turmoil in a melodramatic den
the notes i can’t follow they’re intensely mellowed
i wish i could sing with you and cross your threshold
poor soul trapped in this nomadic world of fantasies
when only one hair strand of chance keeps your memories
you’re awake but with a slumbering thoughts
you’re conscious yet stock-still in the ocean of tranquility
do you ever see me or notice me when i am around
I’ve mention to you my name maybe a thousand times
But never once did you give to me your name
maybe it is Dolor or Lourdes I don’t know
i sometimes wonder what makes a person to give up
is it due to accident, poor nourishment or what?
but still you're lucky even if you don't often bath
you're free to do anything; the world for you is naught
you are the queen who giggles and whines all throughout
and i am your slave who serves you with extra love
and that love will compensate once you get back
i meant spoke not spooke
Wow I realy liked your poem. It diffantly spooke to me
Keep writing