I sit here just looking at you
And it crosses my mind briefly of how lucky I am
To have this, you, us
But it’s not meant to happen to people like me
I have too much broken mirrors of luck
For this to be real
And then my mind begins to wander, with now thoughts spiralling
I begin to doubt myself that this cannot be real
What if this all a dream,
What if my mind is tricking me into thinking that
All this, you, us is some bipolar vision
That really you are a figment of my wanting
to want this , want you, want us
then you move towards me
The real you, the dream you, the bipolar you
Momentarily I am unsure which one I can actually see
But then you come up behind me
Wrap your love around me
And with the warmth of your lips you kiss me
This spell is then lifted and I know now this is true
Because your kisses are truest kisses I have tasted
And your love is truest gift I have ever received
And I sit here now so content, so happy knowing
This, you, us is very real.
©Copyright 2013 by Mehefin Bolland.
Reblogged this on alexkellyoc and commented:
So beautiful! ❤
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Thank you for the reblog and so glad you liked the poem
Finn x
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