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Dream Boy

Having Trouble Trusting the Universe

By Aniah BellPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I’d like to think of him as kind

A rolling laughter and bright eyes

this is selfish

Ignorant am I

for I will not know completely how he feels at this moment

He may be bawling, clutching his heart so close to you so that on day we can share a space

a space where we are both filled in what they call love

two fleeting specks on earth convinced that their own existence was meant for some other human that would wrap them in care and life

he may be laughing tremendously over something so intensely not intense

that is the fun of continuing to breathe

knowing that he is oh so unaware he will soon meet a part of me that even I have not been acquainted with

sparks will swiftly move into my belly when I understand we are meant to simply

be.

I hope he is everything that the stars can not fulfill

I hope he is hopeful

dreaming of him is easier this way

love poems
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About the Creator

Aniah Bell

seventeen years young. a mess. trying not to be.

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