Sweet sunday fall (Green house)

On a Sunday and the mind is holly

Somewhat teleported to a lofty place
Arty like Leonardo and humorous as the mind of William Shakespeare
Poems and plays neatly tucked in the deeper shelves of the mind
There’s a leakage and the thoughts are draining
I am falling on a high speeding; the clouds stare
Instead of helping, they release rain to make the fall tortuous
As if they never cared, and yes i am scared now that those i thought were friends now let me fall
If it weren’t for this girl who sweet me from my feet i would still be standing
Her voice like a trio sung by the soil;
All in one tune, in one person sounding as a thousand voices i can compare to those of
The greatest angel that ever existed
Eyes filled with mist he tripped and hit the ground
It made a sound, and i can picture a thousand cry;
I too have been swept of my feet and now bite the dust
Caressing the neatly molded anatomy with my naked eyes
And am drooling in secrete, the night has swiftly come to cover my colorful dark deep
And underneath this soft bedding we intertwine, creating unified sweet cries
The hole in my head has allowed bad air to seep in
And as i stand grasping the newly met ladies soft hands my thoughts run untamed and gently pull them back
Church bells ring in my mind unable to remove this beautiful stain of love that fills the mind
And even the sermon heard ten minutes ago has drowned inside this pool of thoughts about the dark skinned lady with an hour glass figure
That surely moves like the beautiful snakes of the wild;
Which patiently mesmerizing me till it hugs me as it does a tree
I am left naked and all my leaves removed
I shouldn’t have danced to the wind,
Look now my desires are visible to all
My weakness revealed to all
Even though i am an introvert
She still can see through it
On that day it was a Sunday and i fell in love
Our bodies hit the ground
My mind fell victim
We duetly dived to deep waters and drowned
The fall was hard, we hit the ground but it’s all said and done