LOVE, the game I'll never get to play

I guess I'll never know love

but I can't help but wonder...

Is it like those romance novels?

Will he kiss me to wake me from slumber?

I can almost see it;

Taste it on my tongue's tip.

to hold and be held,

To finally explode when verklempt.

To unfurl, gleam

and most importantly, to screams.

To have someone whisper sweet nothings to me,

To stitch me back together when I rip my own seams.

To be sung to sleep,

to be  understood, piece by piece

To be kissed on the forehead,

to forget all that is wrecked.

But the hope to love and be loved

is just absurd.

Absurd, to try and find a soulmate

in a soulless world.

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A/N: what do u think? out of my entire diary, this is my favourite poem, I hope u likes it too.

feel free to leave any advice. I truly appreciate it. byee

*virtual hug*