One Day

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Quiet nights spent lying on a bed of nails,
feeling the pricks of tearful dreams.
My conscious mind whispering judgment,
telling me that it can never be;
a broken heart, denying its true feelings
for the sake of expectation.

A lie meant to build barriers,
to prevent me from seeing the beauty
of the possibility.
These quaking hands touching the pieces of hope,
tiny wisps escaping within the evening winds.
My intrepid spirit refuses to accept fate,
no longer believing in destiny.

Tonight, I will test the unseen;
to evoke the musings of the universe.
At this moment,
I am surrendering the impossibilities
and believing one day, you will be mine.

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