Gentleman


GENTLEMAN
--- Miss A

No, he can’t be, he isn’t a sinner
But something about him makes me rethink
The intense gazes, making me go wild, a killer?
The way, his finger doesn’t tremble, holding rim of the drink
Taking a sip, fine rich velvet against transparent ivory
These sacred moments, his eyebrows hold no worry
Would you salvage, or would your tear
A paradise or a sweet lifeless demise
So contagious, so determined, a gentleman...
His shirt, iron pressed simmering
All placed precisely, sets too much, approximately
He isn’t messed up, so tidy, yet I’m here crushing
Are all of this, not new, this conservation and secrecy?
I don’t want any of this, but I can’t still stop
What’s happening with me, my thoughts all crop
Such a model piece, a gentleman
His stance rigid, moves hold perfection
Maybe this shade of cheery red lip, for him too light
These heartaches, just a piece of cake
Am I nothing more worth then a game?
I am scared, sugar; I’m a good player
Let me show you how devastating this toy can be
And yet you are not afraid, so dramatic, a gentleman...
Demon’s dress like angles, ‘cause angles are dead
Don’t think I don’t know, yet, why are you so angelic?
Every spell you put me under, why is all this so pure and white
Unlike moon, it still has dark spots
Did you erase all the marks of poison dart lies?
What did it contain? I’m scared of your polished eyes
And still you gloom so confident, evidence less
Is this you, a gentleman...
Those who don’t fear are the fear themselves
Throw away the perfect, ironic, I wanna know the real you
Embrace the dark, bitterness, will take those for self
Lose control, dear, too heavy, strip out of the shoe
But you are not a bad boy, surely the legendary version of it
So fearless, calm, mature and legit
As you take the hand, twirling me into this small circle
Make sure to put that mask off
For this is not a masquerade ball
I want only you and of it all
Is this too much of asking, as if we didn’t start yet
Filled with pride, your scent, a gentleman
Holding up a smile, which stays there forever
Un-expressible of any pain, harmony or sweetness
Just a fine line, holding your structure with hurt less sustainability
My intent fortunes yet follow your characteristics
Sending chilling shivers to the spine, yet so warm, what’s this
Wanna fall, wanna crawl, wanna be admired, wanna be powerless
Where will we land, together, your angelic heaven?
Or to the deeper of you, the demonic hell
So tired of this, but yet so energetic
My mind, body and soul, so complex, a paradox
Whichever; make it worth, a request, gentleman
Lived on the vague place for long, now I wanna take a ride
To the parallel universe of yours,
Doesn’t matter if it’s all but a dystopia
Your presence makes it a utopia
But will we cross each other? I can’t continue paralleling
Watching you, wishing you, lets burn demonstrating
‘Cause you light too much then a fire
The storm raises, a glitch with your behavior will do
Still every touch of yours is accurately placed
Making me think, it’s me who’s over thinking
Your mind such a puzzle, a gentleman
This tug of war we are playing, hide and seek all hidden
How fathom deep, lies treasure of you
‘Cause this seems shallow but also endless bottom, you kiddin’
We are all so unclear, why do I obey you?
For someone so saint, I’m so bad un-sincere, un-forgiving
Are you a psychologist? You read me, but still so non-giving
What does this mean, shall I enter your world, your gratitude
Or shall I leave, before pale and perfect defines, my glamour  my attitude
Lead up to here, guessing, wishes of mine or of you
Am I losing strength? Just a piece of the power of you
Progress un-crumble, cold shoulder, a gentleman
Don't mess with a, don't fall for a gentleman, yet...





























Comments

  1. Atarax23 April 2020 at 20:38

    I left pieces of me at the bottom of the river bed,
    pieces that became obsolete with every goodbye,
    hid my emotions deep there for none to rumble,
    but every now and then they resurrect and rise.

    They say, my eyes hold some terrible of secrets,
    but all they have seen is barbarous demise,
    they try so hard to decipher this soul,
    but all they find is a new disguise.

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    1. Aanchal C.24 April 2020 at 02:07

      Letmme but this subscription then 🤩

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    2. Miss A Underscore27 April 2020 at 00:15

      U baka, you wanna use disguise now... well, won't let that happen,
      (shit, you got some real emotions written there... proud of u)

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    3. Atarax13 May 2020 at 23:08

      okai

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  2. Raja Prashar24 April 2020 at 00:30

    Good work.

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