My love.
The road ahead of us is an unpredictable one
Filled with potholes and thorns
Of wild animals and flames
Of hostility and mundanity
But my love
Let us step
Slowly
Into the foggy distance
Let us step
Cautiously yet ever so willingly
Let us step
Together
Let us step and risk
For what is love without great risk?
A boring endeavor surely
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesiaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
