My Muse..

Every time,

I look at your pictures..

I see..

Some of my old pains..

I see,

You, my pretty murderer..

I see,

You, your majesty..

Coz proudly,

You deserve to be a royalty..

I see..

Myself drowning more..

into you..

Into your eyes..

Into your love..

I see..

Myself weak inside,

I feel..

My heart fragile inside..

No one can live with these pains..

Even my shadows left me alone..   

Standing by my own..

Against my love..

And,

Facing my queen..

I have been always your prisoner..

Your pains lover..

Your lover..

Your immortal lover..

Do you spend your nights asking..

How could a poet survive your pains..

How could I assemble all these letters..

And,

Write my imaginary poems..

Haven’t you heard of me?

Haven’t you heard of my ironic soul?

Sun is what I chase..

Coz,

I’m a cursed knight..

I’m an eternity wanderer..

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