I try to resist, it's autonomic,
Oh the pull, it's something subatomic,
Interlocking fingers torment my mind,
The essence of you forever enshrined,
Pining and restless, while I dream of you,
My reality, I cannot construe,
My heart, now at a disadvantage
My love, how I stumble and mismanage,
My soul waits atop the stanley headwall,
For you I'll wish on the stars, come nightfall,
A beautiful illusion, content, lost,
Unmercifully bound to be star-crossed.
- Author: A.L.H (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2024 11:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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