I remember how it felt, we sat, i held your hand
I meant what i said, youre unlike anyone i knew
The night left me daydreaming of the ways i could be your man
In ways that only my words can show you
They say im falling for the idea of being fallen for
Though id say its more the thought of an open door
The other side leading to a fireplace roar, im welcomed home as we settle in
While i make popcorn with drinks as the lights dim
Outside a wonderland but in here a home in which id never let us feel alone
While we watch our favorite movies back to back
I think to myself “this is my favorite trap”
To be in this moment id be stuck in
If not for reality i was struck then
Id be here evermore leaving my boots by our door
But until that day, so far from now
I shall await, even until my final bow
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Author:
phragmidium (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2025 01:29
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A longing sense of romance in this poem that is put on hold. Nicely written
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A sense of romantic reflection on a loving relationship that is currently on hold, enjoyed the read
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