— a poem of potpourris.

How?

Would you run away after?

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It feels like a never-ending loophole
a beacon soaring beyond yet ignored.
Feels like turning my back on
an infinite shooting stars
going hysteric for me to heed.

It feels like I’m heading nowhere;
pathways I left untravelled.
Feels like going backwards
on a train so wrecked yet
course set for tomorrow.

Although now you’re the closest you’ll ever be
With guards so far down; vulnerable it may seem,
I’m still unable to comprehend
how I’d find the strength to
say ‘I’ve always loved you.’

Even when I know tomorrow,
I won’t have the chance
to be this close to you.