Flawsome_poetry, [11/10/2022 8:16 AM]
Dazed Hearts in Plainsight
One could envision his fantasy
Every one of the subtleties and shine imagined so well
An outline for what we assume we want
We could track down water in look for fire
At the point when the brain has no will
In any case, to adapt to the heart and its rush
Where names and status don't make any difference
Exactly the way that you feel and out of nowhere everything is lighter
As though being you has never been simpler
You might search for something eyes completely open
However so heedless to see what's wonderfully woven
Indeed, even those captivating petals were once covered up
Wilted in our vision till they bloom as though it's prohibited
We look for affection with our eyes
However we neglect its secret inside the heart lies
It's not the inclinations of the lips
However, the orchestra of words mends
It's anything but an unexpected licentious kiss
In any case, a hug that gives you harmony
It's anything but an exchange hanging tight for the other to miss
Maybe unconditioned considering every second euphoria
Not a prearranged act comes however you see fit
Maybe unexpected blended feelings that you can't excuse
It's a question of decision in its nonattendance
It's showing up when nobody does
Are you ready to fall once more
To that equivalent grin like you're crazy
Are you able to stroke her palm
Give them warmth and keep them from hurt
Are you able to kiss her cheek
In any event, when she is pale and powerless
Run your finger through her falling hair
However making a plunge her excellence with each gaze
Becoming old is definitely not a decision nor enough
Worried she's gone with only a hack
At the point when minutes consider time everlasting cuz that is all you have
However you can't envision another person to adore
In wellbeing and ailment together forever
Eventhough in weeks her final gasp will leave
You value the minutes till they become a memory
For those looking through the window it seems like hopelessness
Not how you envisioned it to be
Yet, for you love wasn't a fantasy nor a dream
It accompanied somebody you least expected nonchalantly
With its high points and low points so truly showered in delicacy
Maybe this sounds confounded
Perhaps we're not so devoted
Maybe on the off chance that we look for affection with our souls not our eyes
Perhaps we'll view it as obvious not simply lies
Maybe assuming that we communicated in the language of the spirits
Perhaps it will end up being A memorable Stroll not simply 12 PM walks
Maybe we could stagger to one another like London and jamie
Also, perhaps finding genuine affection wouldn't simply be so murky
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