If only you knew
for it’s not even new
how your naked eyes
leave me trapped in a bowl of lies,
in which I regretfully indulge in, and myself tell
just before I close my eyes
for how can I sleep at night
when you’re all I see
painted thoughtfully behind my eyelids
and their tearful tree
of memories and overwhelming images
which leave me bathing
but never cleansed
by the rainfalls and waterfalls of guilt
which my love for you has built
whenever Autumn’s golden sunfall
leaves the sunlight dancing upon your cheeks
and the moonlight rising within your dimples
my palms craving to brush against your pimples
As I find my only glimpse of hope,
of ever caressing you,
clinging amidst your widening irises
As the essence of our entangled, dancing lips
shine brightly in the brown smiles of your eyes
whilst my fingers accommodate your hips
Before rivers of joy
crawl beneath my eyeballs
and burst upon my cheeks
before wetting your lips within the solace
of the unsolicited, imminent waterfalls
which wash away our breaths of doubt
as the emerging cloud, of our bright future
breaks free from our clasped hands
Before I open my eyes
to the nightmarish reality
of seeing such dreams of you
never come true
and though I never adored you
unrequited(ly) enough