My mind always goes into fantasies.
Oh this happened?
Maybe it'll lead to this,
Or that,
Or something great,
Something like....
It's cold and he offers me his hoodie,
It's raining and he asks to dance,
I'm sad and he hugs me,
He'll trust me,
And I'll trust him.
But in the end,
It's never real.
It's all a figment of a scene in my head,
he's over there with what's her name,
Her eyes like a does,
and her hair dark as night.
I'm 99 percent sure he wants her,
But that 1 percent gives me hope,
That someday,
Just maybe,
Those fantasies in my head,
Will turn to something real.
That we'll be real.
But is that a fantasy too?
Probably.
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