I find it surreal,
Even obscure.
That through open windows,
There’s always a locked door.
When the path seems clear,
A blocker appears.
Be it near or far,
It stirs up our fears.
I find it surreal,
We’re brave in a many ways.
But cowardice pokes,
Taunts in our play.
Confidence dents,
But we know so strong.
That all we do,
We know belongs.
I find it surreal,
Confusing sometimes.
But clarity comes,
When I look in your eyes.
I feel your beauty,
Deep down inside.
I also see it,
You simply can’t disguise.
I find it surreal….sometimes…..
That I met my truelove on wordpress!!!
Sigh.
This poem is so beautiful.
I don’t want us to be scared with each other.
Everything we do…or don’t do….is exactly as it should be.
Please keep writing Beast…and never stop!!!
I love you! oxoxoxox
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I love you too ❤🖤☠☠🖤❤
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