I'm sitting here, dreaming of an alternate universe in which I tell you how I feel
And you know your face almost looks like my father's
Only younger and less angry and overflowing with wanderlust
Tick back tick back to when we first met
And took peaks at each other without saying 'hello'
And I'm sitting here, dreaming of an alternate universe in which wishes come true
We both know the worst part about being a Pisces
Is that we keep fishing
For a Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds kind of world
When life is actually a cacophony of strings attached
Wind back wind back to when you first realized
The movies in your head don't play out the way you plan them
It's not a crime to fantasize
But I sure feel guilty for letting myself down
So maybe sitting here, dreaming of an alternate universe in which I tell you how I feel
Is a waste of a perfectly good minute
Reveries swoon you over like fine wine
And reality is more like downing Children's Tylenol
But at least with the latter you grow stronger while too much of the former leads to alcohol poisoning
I'm sitting here, dreaming of an alternate universe in which you hear my voice right now
I will never have the courage to turn this minute into a moment
But at least while I'm silent I can still imagine one
Where we stand together, united
Like the numbers on my clock
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Daisy Chains {Completed}
PoetryIn which a nineteen-year-old shows you snapshots of her freshman year (and the following summer) through paragraphs and pretty adjectives. | completed / updated sporadically