is it impossible that you are too good to be true?
my love,
life has been different ever since you left.
and i am in resentment,
in denial.
you live in my mind like a disease.
a parasite.
my love,
my flame,
my mirror.
the soul that was created for it to split into half.
your presence is very much likely absent
when your mind is diluted with your worldly needs
this lifetime,
the path which is an array
a millennium of searching
to a journey that always meets a dead end
the trail you left is bound to fade.
the line you drew is bound to erase.
somehow,
i do believe that one day,
the patterns will be answered,
with a dot that connects our very existence
the new moon in leo trines
is the destination where we shall meet again
pack your bag,
it's a journey of reunion;
between two flames
merging as one.
YOU ARE READING
idle
Poetrynot the most perfect art piece of writing but i can guaranteed that every thoughts and feelings are being poured out.
