I told him once a very long ago,
"You make me feel like I am in a movie."
He swept off my shaking feet
as if I were a peasant with a fear of heights, afraid to fall
and he was a prince in disguise.
It all seemed to good to be true.
I heard a new love long every time he laughed
as if there was a musician writing music just for us;
for the first time, i found home
not in a building or location, but in someone's arms
and a happily ever after seemed in our reach
It all seemed to good to be true
- what I seemed to have forgotten when I first got lost in his eyes was that, all movies must end.
I knew it all seemed too good to be true
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drafts of yesterday
PoesieA collection of poems // "I'm nothing but shambles and the words I can't write."
