Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

fantasies

Here I am, staging these stupid fantasies like a lovestruck child.

Here, you confess you like me too, and have done so for countless months.

Here, you tell me your favourite colours and why you love the colour blue in particular, but despise the lighter shades.

Here you tell me about your fears and how your father helped you battle them; before you grew up and fought them on your own.

Here you tell me your favourite song, as you dance around goofily while belting out your favourite verse; urging me to join.

Here, we're both together and happier than we've been in quite a while, watching the day come to an end.

Then, I remember to come back to reality and realise that I am no-one, and mean nothing to such a sweetheart like you.