FLORAL DRESS
You and I have nothing in common,
but you gave me something to hold on.
We're less than lovers, but more than friends—
still hoping that this won't badly end.
Modern, unconventional friendship—
a bond I'm dedicated to keep.
None can understand this as we do,
their judgment won't block this lovely view.
But uncertainties still surround me,
can't skip to the ending I can't see,
and I really want to know something—
would there be more or a numbing sting?
No matter what it'll be, I'm fine;
I won't force anyone to be mine.
All I know is I'll never forget,
and no regrets on the day we met.
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PoetryA collection of self-written poetry about the writer's experiences with love before The Muse's Pages.
