what is she?
a little dream that maybe shouldn't have existed?
what are we?
some romantic spark;
or just something void?
what is us?
slightly melting red frost
or precisely an endless abyss?
what is "our"?
a little bit of togetherness,
that is probably forbidden?
what do we have?
two souls and one love
aloof of blushing emotions?
where do we reach?
for the mighty moon declares us
to be passed down all history.
this forbidden love holds us For I now ask you, my lady:
"Be my only daydream for all eternity"
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imaginative
Poetryjust some poems and lines that I thought and felt This is written by a 19-year-old.
