It just isn't.
It couldn't be.
I've lied yet again,
Not to you,
But myself.
I wouldn't let this happen,
But you made it happen.
You surpassed the reality,
Brought me into that of surreality.
It's impossibly possible,
And you made that impossibility impossibly possible.
It happened,
Because you were perfect.
It happened,
Because you are the greatest.
Nothing means much,
But everything means nothing.
Or it means nothing,
Without someone to share it with.
I would only share it with you,
If you would lend me this opportunity.
YOU ARE READING
Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
