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To an Unknown Suitor
The endless loop of my thoughts
Beneath the whipping and whirring
Of the fan blades.
Consciousness burns. My whole life
Waited, wanting to be something beautiful.
Will there indeed be time for you
And time for me?
It's too late.
I waited my whole life to love you.
I love you so much
There is pain in my loving.
My breath was meant to be
The language of us.
I will never kiss your lips.
We shall never meet
In that forest of silver and blue.
Beneath the whipping and whirring
Of the fan blades.
Consciousness burns. My whole life
Waited, wanting to be something beautiful.
Will there indeed be time for you
And time for me?
It's too late.
I waited my whole life to love you.
I love you so much
There is pain in my loving.
My breath was meant to be
The language of us.
I will never kiss your lips.
We shall never meet
In that forest of silver and blue.
Published 7th Jun 2021
Author's Note
I'm happy because Allpoetry chose this piece for the front picks' section yesterday morning. It's about longing to find that special someone and feeling like I've run out of time. Thanks.
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