Trying to be at one
Keeping the silence intact
But I keep the past
In the literal past.
Its like I can't breathe
Until I have you in front of me.
Sitting still is torture
Because i can feel you
Next to me, looking at me
And I have to remember that it's not true.
I'm trusting my imagination
Beacuse it's the only nation
where I can hold your hand
And you'd be my man.
But I guess it'll never be
And thats fine with me.
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Love Poems || FINISHED
Poetryjust poems about not only the sweet and alluring side of love but also the pain it can bring, the hardships, jealousy, and mania. just reeeead you hopeless romantics and faded lovers
