Poetry

Forever Never

Too much of anything can give you sickly pixie dust

Knowing too much can get you hurt pretty fast

A blessing beast of too much beauty can also be a belle’s curse

What more the too much goodness of a pure heart’s verse

Thinking it’s destines for the lost of a first love that never parts

But sometimes, it’s all much to never at a lover’s deck of cards

And sometimes, it’s never too much to remember

For it’s edged in memory carved in together

All meant for a selfish delusional reason of a time called forever.

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