Author: P.P.RainWater PM
Ok, so... this has nothing to do with Tokyo Ghost Trip. It's a poem of Tokio Hotel's lead singer Bill Kaulitz. I know probably no one is going to read it... or review. but I wanted to put it on here anyway!/Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Fantasy - Words: 263 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 03-02-12 - id: 7890324
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Tall, dark, slenderly built.
Muscle protruding from only the right place.
Beauty and satisfaction drenching your soul.
Gorgeous to the eye, delicious to the taste, tantalizing to the touch.
Eyes I wish to seek, you're handsomely beautiful.
Face and physic lustfully worthy,
Of all who sneak a peek.
Deliciously sculpted, a man with such wonder.
Hair once of a lion, black and white defines it.
The move of your body strong and sure,
The sound of your voice makes my mind go obscure.
A song of mouth-watering melody,
Dancing past your lips,
Swimming to my ears,
My mouth wants a sip.
No doubt in my mind I want you for me,
But it's too painfully obvious it's never to be.
Ripping through my being,
A thought so perplexing, so demanding,
My heart tearing at the very seams.
I pray to only meet you,
To allow you to know I exist.
You could never care, but I would rather die then miss such a chance.
You paint your eyes with black,
So many thinking you should be depressed,
Yet you smile more than often and are for too happy to be anything other.
From a country I only dream of,
A world I do not know,
An accent I can hardly talk in,
A language I cannot speak.
You're so utterly perfect it's almost strange.
A longing to meet you,
To see you up close.
I wish you to be mine, but…
It can only ever be my own personally fantasy.