Maybe it’s true,
Or maybe just a dream,
A trick of my own imagination
In the world I’ve built from longing.
For the first time,
I looked into your eyes
And wished I could hear your thoughts.
I traced the curve of your smile_
So effortless, so perfect_
And whispered a silent wish
That I was the reason behind it.
I watched your lips,
Soft, unspoken poetry,
And sent a quiet prayer into the air.
For a moment, I smiled back,
Wishing my name was etched in your heart,
Ink deep,
Like a tattoo that time could never erase.
I don’t fall in love, I remind myself.
But why does my heart stutter?
Why does my breath slip away
With just one glance from you?
You haven’t spoken a word,
Yet you are already my world,
As if the universe carved you for me.
No, no, no…
It can’t be love.
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PoetryThis is where dreams are made and shattered. For every feeling I've got something for you, whether you're in love, lost, heartbroken, bored, don't worry I've got you. So just sit tight and enjoy your read.
