She doesn’t know how to say this
She doesn’t know how to explain this
She doesn’t know what to feel
She doesn’t know what to think

He was making her uneasy
He was kind and lovable
He was sweet but bitter
He was a wild love that breaks the chains and cuffs that tie her to a superficial world
He was her freedom
What She felt or saw was not what was

Blinded by the colors in his skin
Falling from the sky
Her heartbeats erase what reality was supposed to be
Perfumed all around by his addictive sweat

A wild love rises as a sunset in summertime
Throwing her down under the moonlight
Her nerves were aroused by the adrenaline he caused
Wild sounds, reacting to the time love was made under chocolate sheets

Separated by destiny
Separated by life’s path
Separated by philosophy
Separated by mind and chemistry
But still connected
Two different worlds and ways of life

Gold and diamonds were found under the deepest sea in his eyes

Culture and intellect predominate in his mind, while art and creativity are on her mind
Both meant to meet, not meant to be
Lost in their thoughts, She found freedom within his soul

By Odra Marcano

 

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