When I was younger, I fought boredom through dreaming up romances
of whom I was temporarily infatuated by.
As they come and go,
arranged by fate,
It began to dawn to me the idiocy of such imaginations
Thoughts are just thoughts after all and they will remain to be just part of my mind
Yet when real love comes my way, it takes me off guard
those fantasies this time feels...dangerous
dangerously authentic
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
