A Note


Her past is my present,

a melody underneath the moonlight

with the stars surrounding.

My lucid dreams are

where we fell in love

over and over again,

then awake

to forgetting how it felt,

but conscious to all of

the insecurities we’ve melted,

fusing our souls

at the lips… and ears…

your words, these woods

and the darkest of our paths,

New Chapters...

Dom S. Flagg

#love #poem

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