Sometimes I think of what we could
And in my fantasy it’s always
But in reality
It may not have been
And the most beautiful thing of all about this
Is that you can be whatever you want
But my love for you is mine alone
Impervious to change
And it’s something I can hold onto
Because fantasies can never be broken
In the same way reality can
So my love can stay pure and innocent
In the same blossoming form it started out as
And I will never learn to hate you
Because a love that never truly happened can never truly die.
Tried out a new style of poetry today inspired by some of the instapoetry accounts I’m following at the moment. The fluid, undulating structure is meant to represent river currents and the fantasy, dream-like atmosphere of the poem. What do you think? Let me know!
On a side note, my novel ‘This Really Happened’ is free on amazon until 30/09. Would love it if you could download it! Thanks!