Poems of the Past, Present, and absent Future.

Pretty much me just posting poems I made in middle school and now. This is mostly just for fun. I will be writing some down about my friends too, so if they see these, I hope them the best. But I would love to see if people could perhaps relate to some of these too, maybe, even if this isn't really fan fiction.

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Chapter 1: Gentle Dream

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The idea of love is a wonderful thing,

For it is an idea that only may exist within our minds,

An idea that leads us to a true life of love, An idea that brings us truly all together.

The idea of love is wishful thinking,

Created by an empty dreamer,

As it was not formed by lust or greed,

Not created out of desperation or pain,

But rather a content desire.

A content desire that doesn’t grab or strangle,

But a grab that gently takes you,

A gentle grab that can bring you to a life of wonders,

That not even the consuming pain can destroy.

But this gentle dream can only be what it is; A dream.

For this world is too much petty and ignorant,

For such a beautiful thing,

As this wonderful dream.

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