Possibilities
like how the moon aligns to the sun, would it be hopeless to think that our worlds too can collide?
though our parallelism will never be converging,
could we be atleast for a second, be perpendicular?
could I hurt less, could you love me more?
can you please see me the same way, and not leave me torn?
dangling possibilities, too infinite to assume.
too abstract, too unreal, to make me hold on.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
