Liberscribes Poetry-Love-Relationships

I remember

I remember you tell,
Very often a tale
Of a boy you once met
Who did not seem to own a heart.

So many a time you say
To have tried and this in vain
To make him feel things
Only known to humans
Feelings they love
So hard to embrace.

I remember you often say
How your heart in a blink he broke
Not even knowing he was
The object driven of your desire
Fantasy he embraces not
For what he is does not allow.

I remember to have read pieces
Of what the boy truly is in me
He and I are pretty much the same,
Creatures made of the same clay
That’s why my déjà-vu he is I often claim.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Growing Strange, Poetry Volume.

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