I write sonnets in my mind of moments we’ll never know, looks we’ll never share, and a love – while perhaps the most tantalizing of my life – that shall forever smolder quietly rather than rage brightly against the dark solitude of the night.
So I write.
Oh sweet empty night.
October 16. 2019
Believe in dreams You love so much Let the passion of your heart Make them real And tell All the ones you love Anything and everything you feel
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