Time, I find,
is fascinating,
able to remind you
of failures long
passed~
Regardless, I question
whether my future
unhappiness will derive
from failed dreams,
Perhaps I'm being delusional,
perhaps it's the sweet pessimism
lingering on my tongue.
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Ambivalent
PoetryEvanescent were my thoughts, Until the sight of you became manifested in my daydreams, And I find myself ambivalent~ thinking unrequited love renders me unwilling to let go, but knowing, with miserable rumination, that the heart only heals when...
