I guess I'll never know love
but I can't help but wonder...
Is it like those romance novels?
Will he kiss me to wake me from slumber?
I can almost see it;
Taste it on my tongue's tip.
OH! to hold and be held,
To finally explode when verklempt.
To unfurl, gleam
and let out all my screams.
To have someone whisper sweet nothings to me,
To stitch me back together when I rip my own seams.
To be sung to sleep,
to be understood, piece by piece
To be kissed on the forehead,
to forget all that is wrecked.
But the hope to love and be loved
is just absurd.
Absurd, to try and find a soulmate
in a soulless world.
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A/N: what do u think? out of my entire diary, this is my favourite poem, I hope u likes it too.
feel free to leave any advice. I truly appreciate it. byee
*virtual hug*
