Perhaps - Poem by Jon Doe
I don’t believe in coincidences,
because far from the clutter of the world,
where I can’t help but notice your soft brilliance,
I tell myself I have nothing to lose,
yet inside the truth always looms,
when I see your porcelain face,
and your slightly hidden eyes,
I know that which I tell myself is mostly lies.
Sunken in eloquence that compounds each day,
that begins with stunning fevers and loving dismay.
I want you to search for the truth with me,
when all else is failure, I could show you greatness.
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