Sometimes my racer in my mind beats me to the ground
The one who holds the steering wheel is the god himself
He holds the controller and the brakes on above me
And when he drives in it, he either makes it snail or cheetah
A snail speaks wall and a cheetah speaks jaguar in groan
In a race where there's a snail and rabbit and other animals
Defined by their speed how they move around their city
There's the vigorous, rigorous, passionate, graceful and quiet
I'm the animals, he's Van Pelt. I'm the clueless, he's sorcerer.
I'm the potential, he's kinetic. I'm the mortal, he's immortal.
I'm the Aphrodite, he's Ares. I'm the planets, he's universe.
I'm the abstinence, he's temptation. I'm the virtue, he's sin.
The escapist wants to live according to heaven's rules
The reaper wants to hunt according to his own commands
Resistance is making her pathway to her morality
Persuasion is making his instinct to his little ghast
He got her, it's me that he captivated up to his cell
He sacked me up and knocked down my sanity
He flushed his sage to my entrance door and spelled
I'm under his skin, inescapable room and trap I'm in
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love poems
Poetryi'm inexpressive.. hear my heart soaring cries of the wolf.. want to read what's my mind saying? try to understand me. • these poems might be rhyme schemed, free-verses (depending as well in what kind of type of poetry style i want to make.) and i m...
