A story without a beginning
Longing to be told
Systems of the routine
Books without folds
Many hearts placed between
Promises, bookmarks
Holding the memories
Of those who dream
Of different places
Where ever they may be
I’m afraid to let myself be free
Due to how love enslaves me
Countless in number
Though I must admit
A summer with out love
Is like love without commitment
Pondering
now about
where I parted the book
As I now wonder
About the same book
that casted a spell
on me that I was once under
As I Wondered
1 comment:
Very true! Very indepth look of how the heart/person looks at wanting or looking for that love.
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