People want love poems, but I just want to feel

Something unnamed and (un)reachable

While my thoughts collide against our reality —

As I let my head sink down in the pillow,

I wonder if my feelings for you really do need a name


Some of us are born to add lyricism

To this ordinary world




4 thoughts on “Name

  1. Love is always one of the profound instigaters of prose, but that is only the beginning of a journey which opens eyes and hearts. The journey itself twists and turns and is sometimes hard, but always beautiful, even the ordinary.

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