Pure Fantasy I
Awe struck and absorbed,
Taken completely by surprise.
What could've possibly caused,
That spark in my eyes?
Something which I never thought be true,
Not the case my mind rallied.
An illusion of which I had only fantasised,
My mind skipped and dallied.
But what if it's all the same?
And this resistless temptation be that which pushes me over?
But am I to blame?
When I feel like I've always known her?
I spent years manifesting an idea,
An idea of pure fantasy.
To see it in the flesh so clear,
Absorbes me in pure ecstacy.
But what if her heart is taken and my efforts die?
The won't.
So many times I questioned myself why,
Today, I don't.
12/1/15
YOU ARE READING
The Black Book: The Last Romantic
PoetryAssorted poetry from the Black Book regarding love, heart break, and the seemingly endless search for "the other half". As is customary of my works, a few of them contain dark undertones.
