Poem -

I want you

I want you.
Come through.
Can you be true
With only me too?
Why is that so
Hard to do?
Trusting the way
That I do?

Why is that so Hard to do?

I love you,
My
Big
Boo.
If only you
Knew.
Yet you went through
All of it too?
Didn't you?
Can't you
Understand Me too?
Tell me truly that You
Can truly feel
This too?

How can nightmares
And dreams come true?
How can you have one
Amongst the other too?
How do we handle
The unreal coming through?

That's when I will
Turn to you.
I know now that 
You need that too.
When the world turns
That dark shade of
Blue,
I know that I'll always
Have you.

Just as you'll always
Have me
Too.
I will always 
Live for you.

❤️
 

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The fish of the sea

How can nightmares
And dreams come true?
How can you have one
Amongst the other too?
How do we handle
The unreal becoming through?

Your verse is something to inspire to Shelley~ I think I read this one 10 times over! Love it, inspiring.

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Being Me

I think if you have dreams you will always have nightmares too, unfortunately. It's all to do with balance. Love brings us so much joy to our heart, which means it can just as easily break it.

Love your poem x

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Marion

Nice work Shelley x

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