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His World
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A desire to know the unknown.
A wanderer at heart.
And right along my travels,
I stumbled and fell into a hole.
Picking myself up, I looked up
Only to see a vast grassland
And a hand reaching out,
Which belonged to you.
There, I finally stood
With my hand on yours;
And your intrigued smirk
against the plain prairie.
Then you started to run,
our hands still intertwined.
Conflicted whether to follow through,
but maybe my journey can wait.
You led me to a tunnel,
As I wondered where you'll take me.
And just amidst those plains
was a dimly lit flower forest.
There, we continued to venture,
which seemed to take forever.
But, strangely time flies fast
whenever we're together.
Each spectacle you showed me
was different from one another.
Each with a different story,
but still you narrating.
With the places explored,
and the laughs exchanged,
you continued to traverse,
but only faster than I can take.
My view started to blur.
My mind started to spin.
I let go of your hand,
trying to regain my consciousness.
Before I knew it, I found myself alone
deep in a dark forest.
No signs of you.
No signs of anything about you.
And somewhere in between,
I had only come to realize
I wasn't just interested in your world,
A world so mysterious yet beautiful.
I was also interested in you.
The way you undoubtedly let me in,
The way you tell me your stories,
The way you make me feel tranquil.
I want to know you.
You with a golden mind.
One with secrets locked up
behind those enigmatic eyes.
Maybe we could travel the world.
I don't really mind
As long as I'm with you;
nothing more, nothing less.
But where are you
during this dark moment?
Where are you
right at this moment?
In an endless search for you,
I only found my way back
to the grassland where I met you,
glancing back at the forest where I lost you.
Maybe I wasn't meant to be in your world.
Maybe it was simply an accident--a mistake.
But how can I say good bye?
I never want to say good bye to this.
Because if I do,
I'm afraid I'll never find you again.
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Date written:
November 21, 2019 - December 3, 2019
Revised on: 12/14/19, 06/23/20
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly
PoesíaUnsaid words. These are just words that are waiting to be said, or words that lost its meaning over time.
