I pray with folded hands and fall to my knees.
My longing for love destroyed my dignity.
Will I ever find my soulmate? Tell me please!
I search for any existing form of divinity,
To guarantee love and offer me assurances,
Even meaningless platitudes give hope,
But to my future-self I offer my condolences,
Her dream of a perfect romantic trope,
She hopes but knows shall never come true.
This hope would be the death of her,
And a sad hopeless creature she’ll turn into.
All my love, what more can I offer?
You are merely a figment of my imagination,
Yet I’d still fight the world for you.
Find me before I start living in a hallucination,
Find me before I become a bitter shrew.
Does it even exist? The famous prophecy?
Do I ever get a "meant to be"?
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by "The Prophecy" on ttpd by Taylor Swift, written between 1AM - 3AM, after a bout of emotional insecurity about being able to find love. It is very raw, and probably does not make a lot of sense but anyways here it is. Confession, the title is inspired by ChatGPT's suggestions because I cannot think of something better on my own at 3AM.
- Category: Reflection
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