Memoirs open to the possibility of a maybe

frozen memory in my forehead
iced rose guarded in memory lane
with broken wings
with fuel without flame
compressed love
that kills and spoils
dopamine that keeps me yours
A unimagined bind, a never-ending feel
don’t walk away
I implore
even when you are meant to be divine
but right now is only a painful desire
Am I meant to be in your arms?
just say yes and we can figure it out.
Ohh heaven please conspire
between these two lonely stars.