You were my world before I saw the world,
It was beautiful,
It was everyone's dream.
I woke up,
I saw the real world,
I explored,
I was Starstrucked.
I don't want to go back,
I was hesitant,
I liked it here,
I do.
I was carried away,
Carried away by fear.
So, I went back to the secret garden,
Where our love blooms.
But I miss the real world,
I woke up, tasted the waters,
taste I never had.
Confronted the fear.
I gaslight.
Turn the table around.
There was pain,
I was hurt,
but less, because I gaslight.
It was a happy dream,
but I need to explore,
the real world awaits.
I'm sorry.
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The Secret Garden Wasn't Enough
PoetryA poetic journey of love, awakening, fear, and farewell. I wrote this poem as a way to express and tell my story - a story many may quietly carry.It's about the kind of love that feels like home... until you realize the world outside has more to sho...
