It wasn't destiny, maybe fate's way,
Unspoken connections seep farther than rise of day,
Maybe endgame is just a name,
Can't fathom the growing flame.
So now I soar the depths,
Aware of my strengths,
Is it a dream or real?
A rush too sharp for slow appeal…
But either way, I chose this,
Another story, maybe bliss,
There isn't right or wrong,
It's a temporary melody for the repeating song.
We always find our way back,
But are we ready to unpack,
Words have oceans of hidden meanings,
Time works at a pace you can't tell where you're leaning.
It's messy and nice,
A gamble worth the price,
This isn’t love, maybe just a try,
Some pages read just to pass by.
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Comments2
Several metaphors that give the message to me of the fleeting nature of love and the not being ready at the moment for commitment. Nicely written
Yes but its more for stuck in a situationship and the feeling of almost but never really, thanks for reading
A sense is this love, is this the relationship I want and dream of or is this one down to experiance, nicely expressed and written
yesh thanks so much
You are very welcome
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