Perdu à la brume

This is my latest poem Enjoy! Perdu a la brume means: Lost to the mist

Your movement is the liquid to a languid waterfall
Wandering through the minds
I hope to find yours
But we live in a seperate trance
Say perhaps I pull you slightly closer
Would your body move as freely?
In our world the teardrops of despair don't exist
Our watch holds unending seconds of bliss
Yet to live forever in this moment is treacherous
Your virginal smile tortures mine to a frown
I hold your hand to watch it slowly disappear
I kiss your lips to feel them never more
The bliss I seek
The bliss I cannot have
Lies within the eyes I cannot keep
Belonging to no one
You give yourself to me

Washing over like the rain
I reach out to the mist that always dances away
Floating closer yet never nearer to mine heart

Author's Note

I sincerely appreciate constructive/disatrous criticism. I won't go crying to my mother about how many evil heartless ppl there are in the world, cause I am one of them.. I like feedback if anyone does actually read this. Thanks!

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a truly dazzling ghostly atmosphere you create~ I like the construct~ the format~ and the word weaving is absolutely spellbinding~ captivating poetic~haunting ~