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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 19, 2016

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Submitted: November 19, 2016



Running linear timeline of each life scene of mine

Bends into a cyclic ring

Was the past won’t let go or future not to show

I feel the end of everything.


The same burning heat and heart’s speeding loud beat

And that very same love drunk state

I see it in my dreams, history too it seems

Replays with its ironic taste.


I once trusted forever, a fairy tale endeavor

To make history live and last

Love made my eyes blind and disabled my mind

But the end drew in too fast.


Every second that passed, when things seemed to last

I always stand in my own way.

Personal adversary, feelings unnecessary

Struggled inside throughout the day.


I am sinking down feeling hopelessly drowned

Losing my direction’s guide.

Overthinking toil, anxiety inside coiled

Was it for love or for pride?


I am desperate to love praying to heaven above

Stacking love letters on my shelf.

But is it really her that my heart no defers,

Or is it the feeling of love itself? 

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