I met my future;
stared in his face once upon a time.
kindred spirit of sorts
drawn to the music from his lips, moth to flame
the depth of his soul ripped mine apart
everytime he turned to me
flowered warm fuzzy vapours in the pit of my stomach
I beheld the face of my future
gray colours flavoured to dark shades of red
His intensity awakened longings,
and his inquisitive nature mine
But my future rejected me
I met my future one moment in time
And he left me there, encased in the freezer of endless
possibilities
and there I remain, no longer certain of my future
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Intensity of emotions flowing in the verse is enormous and laudable at both crossroads, one desired and another imposed. Be positive, that shows the right path. Thanks for sharing.10 + points.