Yet another old thing!


A point of false satisfaction

Love is a curious little thing,
First time true love is truly inexplicable,
You fall in love and yet are terrified of your beloved,
And they become constant companions in your head,
And you consistently escape into the imaginary world of romance.
Before long you are standing face to face,
And you are pulling them close and then kissing.
Your heart bared,
Your dreams fullfilled.
And then you shy away from reality,
And your imaginary world grows too real.
Now you are a dreamer.
And now you are wide awake,
And your imaginary world seems to be realized,
And you promise to meet them in your dreams.




Poetry by Advice
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Written on 2018-10-06 at 17:28

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