For all those men I ever loved
You were a living sacrifice
Just know your place
Am giving him a larger half
Of my own like a cow gives a calf
Attack not my beautiful lad
Track not hid footsteps am not glad
Put not his love to any measure
Gold ain't anything like my treasure
Gorgeous won't put love to the scale
With an instant it would get stale
Hurt not the heart that hates
A true thief comes in the middle of the night
Blue myths shimmering wrong and ain't right
Lame a name is given to my nymph
Same goes around for me too
Wander should we in the kingdom
Or pretend take the trend and die in doom
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Alana Zian
Am an introverted poet
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Am Not Afraid
I know we were not to break This night am yet to stay Those chambers where you keep I will compose myself and venture Not like the vulture Because it lacks culture When I walk through those crimson walls I look afraid but trust me am fine Those pavers to your room are delicate With every step I will be careful I wake up with the sunrise Remembering your smiles I glow like the neon lights Your heart beats Mine thunders setting a fountain Of melodies that make a mountain In the darkest of hours Ours is forever and always The Neverland of Wonderland Fighting dragons Coming after our wagons When mist turns to fog I learn to hope and never hop Fly I do to flee myself Not forgetting you my wings For when I hear the rings I know we are back to your chambers.
By Alana Zian3 years ago in Poets
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