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She was nostalgic for the future

And sadly aware that more than half of her imaginings would never come true

Fond memories that she has no right to miss

Cloud the present

Thinking about what might have been and what may be

With perfect him and tongue-tied her

She’s jumping the gun,

Making her awkward when she sees him

Because she’s imagined kissing those lips,

And how will she know if he feels the same?

Because she doesn’t have the same courage now

As she did in her dreams


About greentea2177

Studying Politics and Writing Studies in Auckland, NZ. Any feedback - harsh or kind regarding my writing is appreciated. I'm not interested in what you have to say about me personally, or my views.


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