Poetry

Dreamscape

I can sense his presence.
Yet, we’re worlds apart.

I can hear his whisper.
Yet, we’ve never spoken.

I can feel his warm breath.
Yet, his lips are never near.

I can feel his fingertips outline my curves.
Yet, we’ve never touched.

I know him deeply.
Yet, we’ve never met.

I crave more stolen moments,
Like the ones we’ve never had.

Alone, we’re mystical.
Together, we’re magical.

“WE”, can never be.

Candy’sCrumbs

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