So soon? Indeed.

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So soon? Indeed.
The waiting is a sadness
Fading into madness ~ 🎸
Say Don't go /Taylor Swift
I have no words
None that will get me anywhere 😂
This is shorter than I thought
But here you go
I hope you're happy with me
After all I'm back sooner than you know me to be
To my muse *bows and holds out a rose* 🌹
I say as if my muse can access this post 😂
But my muse has read this poem
Twice
And has loved it
Twice 😏
*bows with a flourish*
I imagine, in the poetry, the speaker or the main character, the One who's addressing the other one is drunk. And this whole situation is unfolding in that drunk state.
You realise some things too late that you knew too soon.
This poem was the first poem that I wrote that took me hours to finish. Almost 3 hours.
It was at the top position before Lavendar Midnight came into being.
*closes eyes*
*puts on the platform*
*leaves*
Poetry Background Artist Credit: Maurice Sapiro
The question is, was the path of roses real?
Yes, it's about my beloved's eyes~ 😂
It's okay to not have seen this coming
"Now the strong walls of my home
Make me question when they'll fall down"
You know, sometimes you get what you always wanted just as you always wanted but the apprehensions that your past has instilled in you stay as well.
All that's well, all that's perfect, cherry blossoms and soft blankets in all the ways that you would've loved it to be then is now making you question endlessly, "when?" "When will my reverie crumble?" You see it in turns and nooks of your relationship. And you always feel like it will, it will certainly all come to an end just to start again.
Would you like the story behind Three Poems?
Yes
No
*taps mic*
Hello, hello, yes. You can hear me now, I can hear you to, didn't lose my hearing, yet.
I'd like to present you one of my most favorite poems of mine. Purely fictional, precise and written with the help of AI. As you can see, the key words in a couple of verses start from the same letter. I gave chatgpt the word I wanted to put there and asked it to provide me a word that starts with, let's say, r for that.
It's a story of two people who fall in love with each other but they fall apart. Yes, that's all I'll provide here. There will be a poll on my page and you can vote if you'd like to know more.
Toodles! *disappears in sparkles*