I awoke from a deep, deep slumber.
my life is plunder I knew it was time to grow up and live my own life but how can I, in this modern world, be so full of shadows and despair?
So many thoughts cloud my judgment I think of the world as a hopeless place with nothing but ruin and agony.
Soon I would find the person I would spend the rest of my life with.
But that day has yet to come and I wait and keep waiting living under the strict rule of my father.
I was completely bound to him.
Nowhere to go, no one to be, I wonder how romantics did it back in the day.
Perhaps it was just as hard if not more life-threatening to fall in love at last.
He/She won't know what I went through to find them.
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Oh So Hopelessly Romantic
PoetryWriting poems for my soon-to-be beloved him or her, I haven't met them yet but when I do I'll know to only read these to them and it would mean something. ~ Also would be more like a love letter than actual poetry but I think it's close enough. ~ Up...
