I wrote about the love I would feel for another
And if my heart would open for them
I wrote of young adults with passion alike soulmates
Their hearts entwined and breaths mingled
How their eyes would sparkle like the sun when
Settled upon one another
And how their hearts would burst with the same
Force of a dying star
Their bodies each dip and curve would fit the other
Like a puzzle piece finding it's whole
And when they touched it felt as if the world
Was alight with their love
And no one was witness except them
When their first kiss births a new earth
Perfect for the humanity that will inhabit it
And their virgin love turned mature it was like
Opening your trust and mind to them
To please your thirsts and it could never be enough
You could never get enough of their taste
And they were always more than what you could
Possible imagine
Writing about a love I fantasise, wondering when
I'll get my chance
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
