the face of a name

this is a poem about a person I have never met but who has served as a muse in many ways

Like a scar in my face,

you burnt yourself inside,

my body's your home,

open wide.

 

In my mind- immortal,

you twist and wind,

you are one of the perfect,

the rare kind.

 

Yourself you keep hidden,

from my curious eyes,

driving me mad,

with all your disguise.

 

You are the killer,

with the trustful gun,

no need to hide,

hopeless to run.

 

Days and nights,

I imagine the face,

of somebody's name,

who got me in a daze.

 

The way I am,

I'd give up to be you,

so stable and calm,

so beautiful and true.

 

Addicted to a name,

that's so alive in my head,

making me shiver,

and endlessly sad.

 

Hoping for something,

I will never achieve,

all my dreams dying,

I am drowning in grief.

 

I envy your core,

till the day I die,

and you'll never see,

the tears that I cry.                  -a- (02/10/2007)

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

Now, that was quite an unusual writing you got there. I really admired how you described your words to the person that would be your nortorous killer or your personal perfect lover

On the other hand, it's all good...

[PhoeniX]

wow. aw struck. this was piece was screaming defiance. amazing work right here. great job!

[TamerQtaish]

STRONG!
The title made me jump for the read!
The poem its self is so colorful, I honestly wouldn't a thing

Bravo, really nice piece of work

All the best,
Tamer Qtaish