I miss you most in the midnight hours when I pretend.
Make up fake scenarios in my head.
Marriage, dogs, kids, white picket fence.
And it's wrong of me.
Wrong of me to want you, yet never make a move towards;
Me getting what I want.
It sucks because i know i can't have you
Even if I tried.
Why do I strive for the impossible so much?
I breathe and that's almost impossible,
Maybe that's my motivation..
Of how nothing is impossible.
But this is.
And I will just have to accept it.
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Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoetryThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
