7 Senses

My mind roams the fields of fantasy,

Visualizing my depiction of romance,

The thoughts of us synchronized,

It's just self-deception as an answer to my pain.

My eyes see through the deception,

It reveals the images hidden by the deceit,

A lone person in a room of many,

This picture is a mirror, I see myself.

To be understood is quintessential,

The sense of perspective is very important,

I am an expert, I see through all eyes,

But only I see through mine.

I hear the chatters of the crowd surrounding me,

They say I'm not who I know I am,

I can't trust them, they don't understand,

I hear myself being misunderstood.

The scent of love is a high,

It smells like blood, like iron,

This scent invokes panic and confusion,

I have never smelled it before.

Love is tangible, 

it has a source, it can be felt,

It is addicting,

It is always avoiding me.

Attempts at love have left a bad taste,

I have only had false promises and deceit,

Is the real thing sweet, sour, or spicy?

It's probably an unknown flavor as it is indescribable.

Reviews

[Tiarra Lynn]

This is beyond beautiful! I love the use of senses and uncertainty of what real love is like. Keep it up, love!