A romanceI plan in my head Each and every word that I would say when I meet you next;I think that I should watch Your pupils when you talk To see if they enlarge as much as mineAlmost like two flying saucers.I intend to notice The shape of your eyebrows, The colour of your eyes, The shape of your finger ...
In the fairy tales, Rosy cheeks, Yellow skin,Pink lips,And hazel eyes;and, yesI amthe Princess.Rosy, your cheeks,Yellow, your skin,Pink, your lips,Hazel, your eyes,Black, hairyours and mine.Brown, I am, my cheeks, my skin,my lips.The colour of chocolate,maybe caramel,Did you ever think? I am No princess;Our story- No story,No fairy tale-the social construct!I need someone To blame.Not my skin!
A volcanoerupts inside me, my heart,my being-the molten liquidruns,runs through my veins. Burns. But you,only see ice. Frozen.Not the red gold liquid that runsthat burns,inside.Nor do you feel the heat.For you shall never see it-see it in my eyes;for I can not betraymy soul,by looking into yours;those black butterflies.Oh! The glances! ...
Love poems, they say You write when you are in loveI for one, never believed the sameAfter all the times I thought that I was in loveThe connection, I failed to seeFor poetry never came to meUntil one fine day,I wrote a line, about you.And realised that I could not stopThoughts kept on pouring outFrom where I did not know.