Running on Pause
“Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.” ― J.M. Barrie, The Little Minister
My Undying Crush,
In your eyes, I see the magic that forms stars and it makes me brave. Being denied your love feels like the universe has been emptied of all stars except the sun. The moon is always new. Night skies are pitch black and days are running on pause. I'm stuck in a total solar eclipse without you.
If manifesting a person is possible, I will master it to have you as long as you are happy too. There is nothing else more important for me to do.
Forever Yours,
Janice
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J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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