A poem

Jazel on Jlfperceptions

she was a hopeless romantic.
her mind raced with the sweetest idea of love before she slept,
showing impossible scenes of lovers as they danced and lept.
it showed an enemy tending her wound,
fuming over her lack of self-care with a frown so profound.
she romanticised nonexistent characters,
smiling as the end descended on the barbaric world.
she adored those who eagerly jumped before a bullet,
only so they could protect their beloved woman.
it was foolish to have raised her expectation so high,
but she didn’t mind being trapped in a dream so divine.

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