VapourA Poem by NightfeatherI love her till the end of time drains my very life, only to find her slipping trough my fingers again. Will she vaporize before my love can reach her heart?Vapour Forever I run, But an end, Will it come? Why are you so f*****g stellar…? Is it because I feel that you are the one, But why do they want me to forget where I am after? Is it because my love doesn't make sense…? It is not desire but me who makes me pretense, A lie covered by my wavering heart, For it feels that it is time to part… I have no intention to part, for I have not even taken a start, But there are times when I can’t even tell my feelings apart. People may be strong, but manipulation is stronger, For manipulation is the fated bender. Have people ever told you to love...? Is it because they were hinted from above…? I had times where I couldn't even find my heart, For it was covered by my own darkness, But why is my darkness still afraid of her light…? This must be the time, for my darkness to depart… It is time to divert of my past axis! But why am I still falling away? Can’t remember the beginning of my fall, only the end. When will the time come, to say my ave? Or am I to keep falling, becoming only a fraction..? But while I am falling down with no end in sight... Promise to stay with me, For my only wish is for us to be! Love is a burden that one must carry, For our journey is to see us tarry. I have already dreamed of entwining in your roots, But in the end, it was only my dream which transmutes…. For the life of my future self is still the same, Is live only all but just a simple game…? You have now felt my touch, but it is still not enough, For a maiden’s heart is unquestionably tough. And I fear that you will slowly fade away, Vaporizing and left for only but the wind to sway… ©Mitchell Samuël
Gordon © 2015 NightfeatherAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNightfeatherAmsterdam, North-Holland, NetherlandsAboutHello, my real name is Mitchell Samuël Gordon :) Writing enhances my mind and soul, cleaning my thought of the world around me. Forging a pleasant feeling, called satisfaction. I am a writ.. more..Writing
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