It blossoms in me, the idea of us together.
Hurts to realize that you're already tethered.
Seeing that time with you is impossible,
It spells out "unsolvable".
The optical illusion of this enigma
Leaves me with this lasting stigma.
We will never walk down the path I desire,
Which almost makes me want to conspire.
To long for the entirety
Will only bring me more anxiety.
If only you were mine,
I'd never try to hang you on a line,
To hide all the signs.
I'd try to make the stars align.
Just for us.
It'll just have to be something I never discuss..
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
