The story began in 2022,
The story was the same,
Nothing new to you.
With a life like a queen,
And standards set higher,
My dreams painted yellow and green,
I realized a newfound desire.
It is the same old love story
That began in 2022,
The story was the same,
It would be nothing new to you.
Three dreams caught me in a trance,
Freud is to be blamed.
“It’s just a crush” was my stance;
His theory of psychoanalysis played games.
From December of 2022 to December of ’23,
I was then at home, now I am in a strange city.
But my feelings for that one person didn’t change.
I still wanted to talk, to listen,
And him, I wanted to see.
With that one,I
could be anything I wanted to be.
Here, March is cold; there, December was warm.
Here, there is nothing to hold on to; there, I had an arm.
There, I was out in the sun; here, not a ray reaches me.
It is the same old love story,
But it was new to me.
Those old love stories,
Where for your love, you could die;
Here, I have someone I love,
But I will valiantly live by.
I don’t know what true love is.
Is it a walk on the grass or a dance in the moonlight?
I won’t know how to express that
In 365 days and 365 nights.
The story began in 2022.
I still don’t know if my love is true.
But it was new to me—
Was it new to you?
In the Shadow of 2022 | Poem
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