Pieces of thoughts from a happy Vampire. Gladimir (or Kyle for his human name) is a writer, musician, artist, filmmaker, and a guy with a very long name in real life.

 

“With Yours” poem by who else but me.

With the mention of your name, my heart goes pounding,
With the sight of your face, my eyes go celebrating.
With the flowing of your words, my ears go singing,
With the smile of your lips, my spine goes a-shivering.

With the secrets your soul keeps, I have been turned ignorant,
With the mystery your bones are pieced with, my comprehension has turned dormant.
With your feet, you have walked into rooms, the milieu then you created,
Has robbed my soul of its valiance.

With your refuse, my love has grown needy,
With the predicament you have thrown me in, my face has forever been blue.
My imaginations of fields we were in, once lush, now weedy,
And the kites we flew, brushing the sky, has now fallen in demise.

My all has lost its shape, much through your tension.
My character has been made different that I have forgotten what it used to be.
I will forever be unsure if i have been made better, or if I have been made true,
But nevertheless, with whatever you have made me into, you have made me love you.

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