I want so badly for our fingers to intertwine
And yet we are limited from each other by this vast ocean,
Which many cross daily but we can never think to but once.
Oh how I would love to sing you to sleep
With the few musical things I have
And drift off myself in your warm embrace
Because you seem to be the only one
Who finds the beauty in every single part of me
And truly means it.
I really wish we weren't so limited
Because without these limits
We would be so much more powerful
So much more intoxicating.
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YOU ARE READING
Deception
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over a couple of years. Hoping to be published someday. Excerpt --------- When in reality I feel everything from the death that was not mine, to the cuts I did not make. ( "Machine" )
