I didn't search the world just to see you, I met you through destiny, You caught me by your symphony.
Although you'll never love me, There is that hope inside me.
Dreaming of you was the best hobby I ever had, but now hearing gossips about you and someone hurts me this bad.
I am ugly while you're too fancy,
I am a sick boy while you are so healthy,
I am a poet who makes poems while you are the reader who enjoys.
Happy pill?, that's you!
I become happy the same as you do,
But it would really make me happier if you're feeling it too.
I guess this is the end, where I take another journey in my life without you, my inspiration, my was and my imaginary boo...
This I give you,
the poem about the imaginary ME and You.
