Poetic Mystery

You're full of mystery
It becomes part of the poetry
without it, you can still be poetic.

So.

End the mystery
like you've ended a cold, lonely night
with your hypnotic melodies
that graze my skin
Reveal yourself
like you've shown your heart
with your soulful, rhythmic flows
Each ink drop resembling a tear
Let me see you
like you've seen my true self
with all my hurt and mistrust
that you'd like to reset
Show your face
unlike that man roaming my dreams
with his mask and cape,
together we make our own poetry.

So.

Don't worry
once the mystery has ended
you'll still remain poetic.