Forever Yours.

I wish to be,
The world you see,
If you dream of a place,
Devoid of me.

And I may never know,
The answer,
You let it fall too quickly,
One midnight blue,
But I hold the moon; that corroded dime,
A collateral,
For our forgotten time.

I wish I could watch you,
Take a breath,
So the wheel halts, it’s macabre stride,
And your smile,
Sifts the wrinkled veil,
Of our endless moments,
Lying still.

The world is full of impossible things,
And you claim half of it.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.

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