if we lived in a story book, I imagine we would have met by now
You
and
me,
I could write us a hundred different beginnings
We could meet by the fountain in front of the library
You ask me if I believe in destiny
and we let a penny decide if a coffee date is in our future
We could meet in the middle of June
She's wearing her favorite white sundress,
and she has a smile that that could give me sunburns
we could meet by accident
I'll be apologetic running off a million "I'm sorrys," and you'll tell me not to be
We could meet
today,
tomorrow,
in 23 full moons
I don't have to know the ending, but given the chance we could be wonderful
given the luck, at least we'd begin
I like to imagine all the possibilities,
and I could dream it all in ink.
YOU ARE READING
Tainted
Poetryd e a t h what an elusive thing Terrifying, but b e a u t i f u l. --- Tainted is an ongoing collection of poems and things that strike a little too close home to my tortured soul.
