Stroking her lonely nights
Turning on all her lights
Hiding away from sights
Her feeling that is right.
Painting a portrait of her mystery
Drawing a smile on her misery
Trying to live her fantasy
Escaping the facts of scarcity
She prays that dreams come true
Wishing this feeling never grew
Wondering how she’ll get it through
She wants to get out of the blue.
She longs for this tender heart
To come and decorate her tart
And never to feel apart
No need for aches to start.
She thinks of yesterday
The pain that went away
Afraid it can come her way
She thinks of today
Her strengths are almost astray
Her heart tells what she obeys
She thinks of tomorrow
Her love is no more hollow
And brighter is her halo
Thinking of the future, it’s not always necessary that we plan ahead, but it’s fantasies. Fantasies that take us away from the bitter reality…not essentially because reality is dreadful, but because it’s not like how we wish it could be.
Are you for real or is my roller coaster still in my fantasy realms?!
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