Some days,
I become the rain
when he becomes the cloud
I am waiting to be sun kissed
and I love
how we complete a cycle
my fingers are crossed for unexpected happily ever afters
and we are not just a dream
in a dream
We fill out the pages of a novel
my lips constantly hope for a taste of life from him who will give it to me with open arms
with fairy tale endings
and realistic beginnings
my pair of eyes are on the look out for possibilities brewing with delusions
but I know we could be
Unpredictable
couldn't we,
Love?
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A/N: An experiment of sorts... a poem within a poem. And I kind of linked both of them towards the end.
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©VioletEden
21stFebruary2017
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Vermillion
PoezieI have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my noteboo...
