Shawn Mendes Imagines

daydream

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She was like a daydream.
Floating through life without a care in the world. Forgetting every so often the reality she confused with dreams.

She was lost within her own mind. Her soft, rosy lips always slightly parted, her eyes glazed over and cloudly as her mind wrapped it's hands around her, pulling her back in, her grip on reality loose as she lives in a world of her own.

A world without pain. A world without tears. A world where she doesn't cry herself to sleep, or picks her flaws while looking in a mirror. A world where she resembles something completely different.

A her she dreams of living as one day; a her that is impossible to reach in a lifetime. Perfection is what she strives for, failure is what she lives.

Watching her, her fingers dancing over the table top, a song on the brim of her tongue as she simply forgets the world around her. Even when I handed her her coffee; steaming and awakening, she was still in her slumber. Frowning, I walk away from the girl that haunts my dreams as she's lost in a world of her own.

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