a man’s playful mind
bellaisandre.
one good day, the moment i saw your face,
i knew that from the very beginning, I will become obsessed.
eager to keep a memory from you,
with a click, I took a photo with such beautiful female as my object.
dilated eyes, sultry, crimson and full cupid’s bow lips,
flushed cheek, curly fringe of hairs below your eyelids,
my Valentine is such a beauty,
my Valentine, i suddenly became obsessed with your own physique.
with a simple gaze from your image,
how can it make me feel strange feelings?
how can I still feel joy by just staring with a single paper,
with such a beautiful masterpiece plastered on it?
my Valentine, the only lady I want to be with,
it was you whom i’ve been daydreaming,
it might sound crazy and funny, but,
you are real, existing, is what i do believe,
but why all of a sudden, they’re labeling me with a person who’s out of his own league?
my Valentine’s not real, is what they say,
i highly doubt them, since you are perfectly sculpted in my mind.
i suddenly became a mad man because of you,
you do exist, i believe in you.
my valentine won’t embarrass me, don’t you?
holding the single piece of paper with your face in it,
how can I see you when they told me you do not exist?
it was just my imagination got stuck far from the reality,
i still could not accept it, how did I suddenly became like this?
and now, i finally understand,
the moment i saw my reflection from the mirror sized as mine, standing,
dressed with the white cloth,
being caged inside the room i could not escape, or so i thought.
you were just a product of my playful mind,
a product of my insanity, still, made me so happy.
they’re preaching i should stop thinking about you,
but how could i?
how could i forget someone like you?
