When I say “I believe in us,”
is it a make-believe?
When I say “I believe in us,”
is it a make-believe?
What if along the road you find
a wounded heart that wasn’t yours to mind?
“What’s your story?”
I’ve written so many,
that I’ve forgotten my own.
I took a plane to reach you.
But why is it
that though I am
above the clouds,
I’m still
so far away
from the stars?
“Why would people want to see a ruin?”
Maybe because it still stands.
Alas,
what a foolishness
to invite you to
a masquerade
in reverse,
of which I bared my soul,
just to enshroud it
in the end.
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Prompt: New Sensation
I’ll keep writing our story on paper
until it comes true.
You’re the spell I’d never wish to wake up from.
I may be communicated in silence,
I may be expressed out loud.
For I am more than a voice or a sound-
I am a Presence.
I am Love.
“If those words are really for me,
why do you still write
even when I’m not around?”
You got it backwards,
my love.
I’m writing
because
you’re not around.