Unknown
I’m afraid to write for I do not know if what I will say is true,
I’m afraid to recall the past events for I’m afraid to fathom how I might really feel,
I can’t even begin to think of the feelings that I remember feeling so very long ago.
The excitement of talking to someone you admire, maybe even have a crush on,
I can’t even begin to picture my lips touching that of a sweet prince’s.
I can’t know and it should be left unknown.
The way your hand would feel in mine, the trivial opinions of our tastes and distastes,
the way we might act if we were around each other more often.
All that should be left unknown, yet thirst so heavily to take a sip of.
Sweet prince, I wish not to forget the slain dragon of which you saved me from and truly,
your presence and existence scares me, for I feel like once again, I’m stepping into unknown territory.
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