Remember a beautiful time
When we were just children
Dancing in the meadows,
When we were
Content with who we were,
When we lived
For the merriment and the thrill of it all?
I know you will not.
For it is merely a memory
That was never there.
Yes, it is no more
That what my mind
Wants to have seen,
A past it yearns for,
That never truly was.
A life never lived,
A hope never felt.
And yet I mourn
The you and I
In that world of my dreams.
The us we could have been
Had fate not
Shattered a destiny
That would cause
A million stars to rattle.
Here I stand still
Waiting for you,
To come to my arms
To paint a story
To make paradise stare at us in awe.
Till the world drowns,
I will wait.
Wait for
This imagined past
To be a real future.
~♧~
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flares of these strange thoughts
PoetryStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
