had i not believed you a dream
i would've chased you through
every crater, every solar
flare. I would've sunk
knee deep in lunar sands,
burning, burning, my heart —
igniting, but darling,
flames are only sweetest in dreams, and drowning
is only as liberating as waking, believe me,
if i had known, if i have felt you truer,
more real than what you seemed,
i would've chased you through and through
had i not believed you a dream.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
