I'm not a slave to the bottle
Neither do I smoke
But she got me high each time
I'd go through her pictures each time
Study the angle of her cheeks
The depth of her eyes
The mysteries behind her so lovable face
I saw a princess and a wand
An enchantress
Each time she texted I'd scrutinize the message
Try and guess her current emotion
Travel as deep as I can into her head
It's kinda funny though I never met her
Otherwise I'd have known the real her
I'd stop probability and face reality
I loved her with a burning passion
A flame no mortal feeling could extinguish
I'd wake up each day and look at her picture and say
"Good morning babe, you look rosy. Did you sleep well"
I forgot myself and placed her first
She somehow positioned herself an empress
Crown made of silky hair
I dreamt of meeting her just once in my life
Stare deep Into those eyes
Watch those lips move
Listen to the rhythimic vibration of her vocals
I longed to share my dreams with her
Share my struggles and joy
Pain and love with her
I dreamt of watching her mature into a mother
Work her ass off for her offspring
I dreamt of those couch snuggles over coffee and movies
Those weekends retreats
Evening walks along the street
I dreamt of writing a poetry collection about us
I dreamt of dreaming with my head at her bossom
And those horny days, how I'd serve her like a queen
Carry her to bed for some bedtime fun
I had a whole future mapped out
Those awards ceremony with her by my side
How I'd walk her around not as a trophy
But as a queen of the world
Those interviews, galas and dinners
Lunches, holidays
I focused too much on the future and forgot the present
How was I to make her believe in my love
Yes she knew, but how deep did she feel it
Did she ever notice the countless embers she re-ignited?
Did I fail to express my emotions through text?
I know I failed but I don't know how
She left me because I hurt her
I let her go because I was afraid
I tried getting her back but my universe held me back
Now I'm left with scanty memories
That fire she sparked still burns bright
That affection she won still grows
She is immortalized in my soul
Unforgettable
But still I can't have her
At first I thought it was good ol infatuation
Turns out it's deep amore
Still she'll remain to be my siñorita
The heart has it's own mind
