Someone once told me
that they believe in old love blossoming into new beginnings
At my most optimistic,
I believe, too.
I see you in my dreams
they show me glimpses;
the past, our future, and some present wonderings I can't bear to indulge
while awake.
I can't stand the thought of this being the last of us.
I love you so,
always have.
Our love once a young and beautiful bud,
it's growth stopped short.
We never got the chance to be
just those two people we were
sharing whispers by the sea.
Perhaps, I will be more optimistic.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
Someone once told me
that they believe in old love blossoming into new beginnings
At my most optimistic,
I believe, too.
I see you in my dreams
they show me glimpses;
the past, our future, and some present wonderings I can't bear to indulge
while awake.
I can't stand the thought of this being the last of us.
I love you so,
always have.
Our love once a young and beautiful bud,
it's growth stopped short.
We never got the chance to be
just those two people we were
sharing whispers by the sea.
Perhaps, I will be more optimistic.