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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Relationship · #1921167
What is love , afterall?
Love Poem

Beneath the silent slats
That morning brings
I wait in my half sleep
And try to stop myself
From dreaming of you.

You always come creeping before
The moon has reached its fullest height
And no, I don’t believe
That you might change;
I know you think I do.

It feels like years
Since I was last here,
So why do you take me in your arms
And pretend that this is what you want
When tomorrow will only bring reality.

Tell me I am doing this right
And I am not just waking from a
Sordid daydream
Where Venus watches
My naive desires.

It’s easy to believe
That I want something more from you
But when my intrigue
Shall grant me no respect,
Then what am I left to choose?
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