Vain thoughts, vain words, vain glances.
False hopes born inside you.

They made you think of yesterday with me again.
So much different everything was.

I felt it. You wanted me back.
I was a part of you myself.

Until, I felt you were turning into prison.
Impossible, for us, to be again as one.

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24 thoughts on “Impossible

  1. I love this line “I felt you were turning into prison.” That is such a great description of some relationships. Thank you for sharing your poem πŸ™‚

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