In the hollow closet of my mind,
There is a world made up of dreams,
A hallusination of the imagination,
As the mind glides through desires.
A longing to enter the world of black and white,
Where the two merge to tell his tale,
A story too bizzare for dreary reality,
Where love blossoms in the most unlikelly places.
Eyes searching the page for an entrance,
Into a lifetime of a perfect illusion,
Willing the time to seize its existance,
For a miracle to breath life into those eyes.
Very beautiful in my opinion, well thought out and I'd like to think of it of being deep.
Good work! ^^
I'm glad you enjoyed it^_^
I have some poems that are like this one,
and I'm going to post another when I'm finshed.