Hopeless...
I can't help that I'm falling hard,
Nor the fact I have extreme palpitations at the simple mention of his name.
I'm simple in hopelessness.
Realistic romantic call my name if you please.
I want something I cannot call my own.
Just so afraid of the heart never being shown.
I respect you more than my own desires...
But the nagging in my mind burns like hellfire.
Hopeless.
'Tis what I am...
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
