When I look at you
It's like my brain
Stops.I can't focus,
Can't speak or
Rationalize.You take my thoughts
And turn them into
Figments.My imagination is no good
But pretending you
by My side-It's my only dream.
You and me,
We could be perfect togetherWe're destined.
No.
We're not.It's not meant to be.
You, me, we-
It'll never be.You, me, we-
Can never live to see
The Light of dayIt's so disastrous,
My feelings for you.
It's most immaculate,This idea of our love
Fighting for a way out.
Love is an idea,And I'm thinking
About you
As an ensemble of myThoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Writing By Me
PoetryA collective organization of poetry and writing by me. Some sad, some humorous, some just entirely random.