Our hearts unite as one.
Could it be a dream?
I can't hear myself speak.
Was it possible to scream?
In a field of flowers, we inch closer,
The sunset seems to go even slower.
I wake up in my bed soft like a cloud,
Confused on what happened to the light and the sound,
As I realize it wasn't reality.
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To The Hopeless Romantics: A Book of Poetry
PoetryThis is a book that focuses primarily on poetry that relates to hopeless romantics.
