Surreal

Serial lover
Stay under covers
To many women
Have felt your thrill
Won’t say you’re good
Your love manipulates all that I feel.
Filling the voids I veiled,
Whistling my soul into different emotional hells.
You’re my night fallen stars,
Moonlight glow in music deafening bars.
My morning sunrise and brewed coffee with croissants.
Pretty birdie chirping words undeterred.
You are my moments love unchartered.
Empty soul, a vessel of a man.
You have taken the tarnish I have given.
For that our limits will forever be quickened.

by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes

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