The clock strikes twelve my dear
And yet the night is still young
The world continues to spin
And yet my journey with you has only begun
The moonlight shines
And still, I'm enraptured by you
I hope time stops
And we'd stay here forever
Where we can be free
And always together
A shooting star that shot me down
A wish that failed
"I'll be yours from dusk till dawn"
And yet you weren't mine to begin with.
I hoped we'd stay
I plead
I pray
And yet I didn't see
The signs before me
My dear we aren't meant to be
So we won't be
Faith doesn't believe
Hope has given up
Love hates
Commitment has left
Now
My dear we crumble
the pain and the frustration
It appears my dear that
our connection was a figment of my imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Meant to be loved after all
PoetryA collection of personal poems. A recollection of past experiences and a hope for better future one's. A journey of love within and around me.
