Mr. Wrong
He sent me flying just with a single glance
Meeting him I never stood a fighting chance
I wanted to walk with him on unexplored trails
Setting silence free behind translucent veils
Tall marble statues breathing started to bleed
Dragonflies gave passage but ready to mislead
His eyes mirrored words while exhaling real slow
Speaking of all the things I never meant to know
We danced in circles to a subtle haunting Blues tune
While reality was bathed in the light of a blue moon
Smiling he was transmuting poison into champagne
Rapidly falling we never experienced any restrain
His touch burned like fire and left scars behind
Bound by iron chains all words remained confined
Truth became lies and lies where never spoken
He is Mr. Wrong but the spell was never broken
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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