Poetry (words)

Chance 

I need some passion in my life. Something real, not just from a memory of how I used to feel. Built to last not destined to fade fast. 

When words spoken are not just regurgitated lines for every replaceable face you’ll ever meet. Only everlasting sparks will do. 

I’m not searching, but neither will I deny a chance encounter from filling my head with the kind of dreams that leave me wanting more. 

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