Always stuck in what-ifs and could-haves
Never the right choices and the now
All about what never did
Never about what actually happened
Grown weary of all uncertainties
In hopes of possibilities
Praised potentials
And neglected all lacking
Yet what are we without them
Without all, we wished to have happened
What are we without all those false premises
We were nothing but those what-ifs in between
And hopes for what could have been
We were never the moment
None of us is a reality
Just some fantasized future
And a daydream
Of a heart, wanting more
Yet settling for what is in between.
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Dearest Sunshine
PoetryDearest Sunshine, Thought you'd fit in the verses of poetry Yet watch me as I keep you in a memory Underneath every stanza, I fail to convey And the words I cannot afford to say If, by chance, you come across All the words I toss In every chapter o...
