A budding writer's collection

It Doesn't Have To Make Sense

It doesn't have to make sense,

But yet I'm pondering about you

Everything doesn't need to be a puzzle piece,

Yet, I'm looking for the next one that brings us closer

Is it your honey-green eyes?

Or is it that natural banter?

Maybe this will pass,

Maybe you'll be a memory that invokes fondness

It feels impossible, it feels new

Yes, I am fate's puppet,

And victim of delirious dreams

Will we ever get closer?

Should we ever get closer?

Here's a wish,

To meet you again by happenstance

Here's a desire,

To know the depths of your ocean

Here's a dream,

To make the impossible our story.