Goth dreams

Let me pillage your heart
Because I feel so empty inside
You’re so alive
While I keep hiding for the night


I need to feel you close
And rest my head on your chest
Your breasts embrace me
Inside me hope and despair contest


To breath in your laughter
My own died inside me
Carving your name
In the skin of this fallen tree


Let me watch you in silence
Because I feel that I could be
More than I am now
So much more than I will see

I did not see Frankenstein recently, but this poem seems very Goth. It must be the extremely foggy weather in my country today…

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