As moments continue to pass us
Leaving pictures in our albums
A question nuzzles into my chest
Are we meant to be?
While folktales spin a fantasy
I know that I am no more or less
I am the typical wild card
Coincidentally we match
Filling an unforeseen quota
Fate dangles outside of our hold
Happiness is in our eyes but
Doubt tarnishes my memories of us.
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PoetryA collection of poems for my forever lover filled with conundrums that keeps me thinking about his nature. No one understands what motivates his desire or movements. My frosted emotions can only imagine how he can touch me without suffering from fro...
