vague was the future I see
murked by the dense mist
like the fogs the woods hove
as hazy as to be loved
distressed as damsels
jaded I stood by the oriel
but in great hope I await
the beau of my fate
born ideal among all
fancied through the night
who'd rule my body and soul
and heart with might
he who can be a fireplace
in the coldest winter
he who can stare at eyes
like a stargazer
whom I'd meet at the altar
tying rings on fingers
to come and disprove
"love cannot live forever"
a thought such caffeinating
to keep my mind awake
of him being a king
reigning my daydreams
when will his arms wrap me
to call it my new home
where I will dwell to death
and my roses to be fully grown?
are you whom I am tied to
saving me from this place
or another burglar of hearts
leaving no trace?
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11:11 (Completed)
PoetryThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
