Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Meaning to Life

 I find myself dreaming, 

to be close to you at night, 

give meaning to this life 

and make the wrong right. me


I tried to turn back the pages, 

to rewrite this script called life, 

but no matter what I did, 

internally there was a fight.


I could almost feel you, 

taste the sweetness of your kiss, 

as if your lips touched mine 

and brought about this bliss.


The darkness has its way, 

to stretch like the miles, 

but my memories built a bridge

to block tears with smiles.


You might not think about me, 

I might never cross your mind, 

but the love I have for you

has taken the reigns of time. 


Some may call it chance, 

and others a destiny of sort

but I know when you found me

that this was something more. 


You finished my sentence 

as cliche as that may sound, 

I felt  that connection 

as if the angels sent you down. 


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