Lost Love
You're what my 3am dreams are made of—
my living version of a dream catcher
and the spell of you would leave me in awe
diving, creeping and devouring me whole
You're the plot twist in my novel-like life—
that chapter I'd always want to reread
and I'd always be moved by its sweet lines
disturbed by the magic of its ending
But this is the hardest pill to swallow—
the beauty of you merely lies on my dreams
and I am now but a love you once lost
and found again but in someone else's lips
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
