Poetry ~ "Fallen Love" / Chelsea Stawicki

When I want to love what does it mean to me?

To love is to be happy and be ourselves like we always will be.

Is it something like hate or be an enemy?

As I softly caress my arms from a breeze outside... is it some kind of destiny?

Love and Destiny is a powerful to overcome the darkness,

is it waiting for the perfect kiss?

The shadows always seem to win my heart no matter what I try,

It always saves me from what I am afraid of and lets me cry.

This sea breeze with this sunrise makes me want to give it a chance,

What do I even know about romance?

Nothing.

How can I tell myself its going to be alright?

Closing my eyes I'm waiting for my life to shine bright.

In the end it turns into mist and nothing...

I need to try to keep it burning.

Always the quiet and the loneliness pulls me in,

I will always have a star within.

I'm ready to say,

Clear as day.

I love you.

Can you love me back, too?

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