you've raged on into the storm
the eye of the heart fading the norm
your white listed tips
entrance me and trips

with a mouse voiced passion
you held onto the mic
shivering in hands and blossing in mind

transparent breath drags me along
this trip of yours 
which never seems to end

therefore you became part of my lie
the life in which i trap in time
pandora a silver box
painted with tears and crossed bow

you become me
and i become your passion
in this you dance
and i walk along

- poem by beautifulove 2014