The moment you realize it, it's light. Refreshing. Pleasing. Heart-lifting. But as it goes on, it becomes heavy. Rotten. Aching. Heart-wrenching.
Through my days you're on my mind, when I sleep I even dream of you. That's just it, though; the most miserable part. It's all in my head. All fantasy and never reality. But you have no idea how much I oh-so wish that it wasn't only in my imagination. How much I wish that even just an ounce of it was true.
You graced my gray skies with sanguine sunlight. You replaced the gloom with glee. It's so surreal. Too good to be true. And, bingo! It really was. Too good to be true, that is.
Because what would that matter, if you don't feel the same? What will my sunshine amount to if you're still stuck in the rain?
I can throw coins to a wishing well. I can woe about my throes and hope that the moon is heeding my calls. But it doesn't matter. I still can't make you happy, because there's only one person that can and I know it's not and will never be me.
I can only fantasize as I look into your eyes, silently longing for you to be mine.
