And I promised, silently to myself, that until I cannot no more, I will admire you from afar and hold you in my arms, in my imagination until my heart's content. I will forever cherish you like I do with passion, admiration and seer...love.
It's funny how I confess to that one word I held myself to as I would never say it to someone like that again, but look at me, how pathetic it is to fall in love again. Maybe love, maybe not- but it feels so new, so tempting and bright like the moon and stars in a pitch black, peaceful night.
It's like a magnetic pull, but what if it's just all in my head like that last time? Is this what it all is? An illusion of a wanted dream turned into reality. I'm afraid but I wanted to take that risk.
Yet again, silently, I promise myself, that until I cannot no more, I will admire you from afar and hold you in my heart, in my imagination until my soul's content.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
