We met. We talked
We got close. We trusted
We let our lips met
We loved. We prospered
But boom my alarm went off.
Dreams are just hallucinations,
But why did mine seem real
those lil tiny kind
gestures of yours,
how shy i become
under your gaze,
my stomach does a lil thing
when you bring your lips to mine...
I have to survive my current reality without you
But
I still am yours in my dream reality
YOU ARE READING
Elysian
Poetry~It isn't always what it seems to be.... (Short poems for when i feel like a poet)
