A tango between "what if" and "almost",
Unspoken words, feelings are untamed.
You are my dream, or maybe my purpose,
Though it so hurts, I'm warmed by this flame.
I'm standing on the verge,
The heart 's almost quitting,
Endearing submerge, this pleasure is guilty...
Maybe in a flight, I'll find a reply,
To eternal pain and everlasting " why".
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Author:
Gregoria (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2024 02:43
- Category: Love
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Comments1
That is some dance
Between what if and almost
Those words unspoken could perhaps be voiced
Keep writing
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