I imagine myself being in love with you.
I create the idea that you are crazily in love with me.
We hold each other's hand
like we'll never let go of it.
You look at me in a way that makes my stomach twistOur hugs are really tight
like it meant goodbye.
The way we say "iloveyou"
it gives a pinch in our heart
Arm in arm, We take a walk in a park,
You help a kid who just fell
get off the dust from his clothes
where i from a distance
cant stop adoring you even more.We rest on a brown old bench.
You fix my hair blown into a mess
by the gentle autumn breeze
Just then the tip of your finger
touch the tip of my ear
and throws a chill
all over my body.This way, i often tend to forget
that its just something
i made up in my mind.
My eyes fill when the reality
hits me like this
What a cruel fate!
I hate the pain i get from the thought of you.
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Reality (Lyrical poem)
Teen FictionWe often love the illusion version of our life. The reality is cruel and sad sometimes. Imagination is a happy place to live in.