Treasure Island

B.B. Loring

(October 24,1995 / Maine, United States)

This Is Supernatural


It seems to be that
everything you don't believe
is my reality.
There is something about this;
No less than supernatural,
that your words somehow
travel through planes
and reach my heart,
only I know, without sound.
Your eyes are of something
God created, only to entice me
into your submission.
We are, this is,
no less than supernatural,
but please,
my heart needs to be scrutinized,
my spirituality is waning.
Mindful of this new insecurity,
you are filling my mind
with unholy thoughts; naturally,
you are of some otherworldy property.
I pray to god to take you from me,
for I have this gnawing feeling
this is going to end badly.

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013

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