The Soul of a Poet

As if someone was dragging me through the pains of this memory already.
Your eyes are like a panthers in glimpse of prey
We wine and dine. we set ourselves free

I am drugged, the love of you, just a treatment
For my self exile
I shut my hearts doors, i break the keys

You are a moment in my history
A drunk dial gone wrong
You are a temporary self indulgence
That i do not need or want
But i will take

I would sell my soul to take it back from you

The sky is a dream
The bed is the scene
The wrong turns to and from, I have descended

This field is of dreams
They flourish in the eyes of believers
"Love is out there" they say, but they've no idea

Love is shrouded in pain
Pain infuses love to be so bright
Love makes pain so hard

We are all liberators
Our souls and more, they rest on our words