I feel you there,
Backs pressed together but miles apart.
I can feel when your hurting.
Are you still there?
Am I chasing a gosht of my own ideals.
Or. . .
Are these message signs I'm meant to find?
Feeling unsure. . .
But I know when I see you.
I fall for you more.
Am I meant to love from a distance,
Or destined for more?
Are these visions?
Or temptation of my own mind?
But how could I know you?
Before I've met you?
A feeling I can't deny . . .
-BM
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Late Night Poet - A Lovers Tale
PoetryA lovers Tale - Part Three There comes a time when you start to ponder. You wander down a curious path. Filled by the muse of a lovers dance. As time moves on the story continues onto a new tune.
