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Oh, mistress of the night,
can you teach me something?
Teach me how to breath,
how to speak clear words,
and breath perfection and live under the perfectionists
roof. Mistress of the night,
can you teach me to dress like
you in elegance and in beauty?
Can you teach me how to be amazing
and be creative.
Can you teach me to be like you,
oh mistress of the midnight air?
Mistress,
oh mistress, I keep waiting for you at the same time
every night,
with tears in my eyes,
and rain numbing my skin,
and snow clouding my too-pale
skin?
Mistress, how much longer must I wait?
To be as gracious as you,
to be as gorgeous as you...
May I touch you?
May I seek you?
May I speak?
May I ask you for forgivness?
May I do what I must to simply be like you?
May I ask you,
oh may I ask you,
what are you,
Mistress of the Night?
Are you an illusion?
Are you thee?
Are you the one who keeps me awake at night,
the one who invades my dream as myself
and slowly captivates everyone?
Mistress of the night,
I cannot bear it.
Who are you?
What are you?
Where are you?
Oh, please don't leave.
Please don't.
I'll cry.
I'll simply die.
I'll simply die.
Simple.
Honest.
Death.
Mistress of the night?
Where are you?
She is within you.
 Deceased Poet · Sun Jan 04, 2009 @ 12:06am · 0 Comments |
