Blazing emotion in the lust of first sight. Uncertain hearts, and unclear minds tragically filled with stories of failed loves.
Broken pieces, cracked trust, and fake smiles, but also a growing desire. A desire for something real something that isnβt just a one time passion.
Something that is more than another failed story. Something that is real, tangible, and something that lives on through time and time again.
So is this our new story? Played in the major scale? Or another minor detail in my harrowing tale of love.
Hello! This is a poem I wrote involving a new love interest in my life. It's a fascinating situation that I would much like to keep. But my past relationships tend to end the same, and new ones rarely stick. So I find myself wondering if this person is a major part of my life blossoming an original story or just another minor detail in my current tale.