Hypothetically speaking baby
Do you think that you could love me?
Playing the scenario in my head lately
Wondering where a love like yours could lead
Supposing and guessing what it would be like
Soaring like an eagle or maybe like a kite
Struggling with mathematics not adding quite right
Balance and scale where the springs fit too tight
But it’s only hypothetical
Skirting what could be seen as magical
Pushing when I should have pulled
A love beyond original
Hypothetically speaking, here I am
Hypothetically curious, here I stand
Hypothetically given half a chance
You hypothetically hold my heart in your hands
But it’s only hypothetical…
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
By Matthew Batham5 days ago in Fiction
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Nice. 😁😁