In life, at least the one expected of us, connections are meant to be bred slowly and through time.
In life, the one our parents would pick for us, connections of intimacy and romance are expected to be only successful through patience.
In life, the one I dream of with you in mind, that connection was strengthened by these things but born rapidly.
In life, the one I live in my day to day, the thought of you is now never far away.
In truth, my parents would never approve. Certainly not the way you already made my heart move.
In truth, life will surely litter our path with walls and blocks. Certainly, nothing I would ever allow to make my feelings stop.
In truth, the one I could never hide from your eyes is the time that I most despise.
In truth, the one that draws my anger to this life, to not fall so easy would cause me more than strife.
In prayer, one thing is clear, I would rend space if I could but truly see your face.
In prayer, I never forget to mention, the strength of my desire for fear of that shining grey becoming a stoney ire.
In prayer, it is surely burned into my mind, the fear that my dreams of how we fare become the precursor to nightmares of that which we tear.
In prayer, I find that I am a fool, giving way to words of bygone eras, I nearly let what could be become another error.
In your words, I cannot deny, you speak true even if I overwhelm you.
In your words, I would never look to cast doubt, especially not on your feelings. To dismiss you would be reeling.
In your words, I begin to find solid ground. No more is the past my guide, no more will I say that my heart lied.
In your words, hope begins its tormenting grip. For now, you have my trust, to make my dreams our memories it is a must.
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PoetryDoubts and fears often guide the mind, shaping our decisions through twisted emotions of their creation. Most of the time this happens when a connection sparks a fire we cannot control. The panic of relationships that failed causes our trauma to fla...
