My Dark {Poem, Mature kinda one}

His name is dark
it describes him so hard
the way his lips curves oh
can keep your mind wandering off
in some land
he fills you with some strength than pulls you straight to reality claim
I can only look at the sky and imagine his face on the moon inside;
bright and beautiful.
Inside a heart of a lion and I can see through him sometimes.

his fingertips
the way
he touches
it feels so right
yet I am scared to admit
at night, when
he holds me tight
I might forgot the time has passed me by

those changing eye colors
wanting the description of high times
when I am so happy I'd over write
my mind is a forest
deep and deep
he can touch it at times
with his heartless heart

he can see through my memories
when he sink his teeth too deep
like a fighting to my fate
yeah, I'd imagine death differently

I remember myself as a bud
but now he though he poured water
so I'd get alive somehow
and my buds stretching for a rose
a hard red rose, indeed

I can continue
I can keep
dreaming about meeting you
each day
you give me the chills
when it's so breaking through my mind
the mirror I see
or used to see
becomes a mirror of magic
that only reflects my mind that
over seen like a psychic

I can admire you while you sleep
like a guardian angel
seeking through her answers just to dream

I'd all of a sudden can pull away
but excuse my mind
that never intended for tricks
I am trapped
sometimes
where I fight myself to concentrate
with you I forgot my mind that even exists

running crazy headed
I think that might explains and
your fault is too little in

the drive of your mind
crossing roads and roads
there are so many things
I'd like to describe
I hope my ink won't abandon me
with my babbling thoughts

I am a secret
a deep secret
a glowing fire
where I never fade out
and my shade stays hidden

it's a long way
to describe such a charming monster
but the warmth you are given
is a warmth from your heart out

the curving of a smile
your smile
it's like sunlight in the middle of the dark
beaming across
filling the whole


sometimes burying an emotion is a better
way and road to cross
safe and sneaky
but quiet and easy
though and though
I'd never thought
I've made you under my skin
because
you are too deep in my heart of a forest