An Imaginative Non-Existent Dream Poem by Taylor Kincherlow

The intricate contemplations that bewilders both minds that are so alike but different in miloseconds,
You think so folly and yet you are the fool,
So innocent and bliss, feelings of mine are obscene,
The love from you is a virgins love, my heart is endlessly filled with a thin layer of enjoyment,
Your mind is stuck running through a labriyth that is forever endless,
An imaginative non-existent dream,
My hear beats endlesy,
Awaiting for the truth that once looks dead at me in the face again,
The fierce and compassion that one could have never seems to measure up,
Doscess of venoem runs through my blood,
Leaving me into shock and despair,
Freezing my actions my mind is paralized,
But my heart cries a joyous sound of rejoice,
You love is as fierce as lightening coursing through my veins,
Once so joyous and now everything around seems to be deceptive in your state of mind,
Or is that mine?
Thriumphed by thoughtless actions and talented waste,
We percieve everything half emptied,
Ruled by a thing called love which is merely a game such as life,
Stricken by confusion two fools,
And I am the one to blame.