Desiring a girl, who doesn't want me.
Seeing colours, which aren't there.
Walkink a one-way-road,
With a beginning,
But no satisfying end,
Can last till abroad.
Building a world of my own.
Creating noises and sounds.
Seeing, what can't be seen.
In some realities,
They aren't, but in mine,
They were to be shown.
Imagine that I have, that I am,
That I am with, while I am without.
All in the shadow, of my own doubts.
A short dream,
Never meant to be real.
I became,
Which I shouldn't
Or should I?
But if it was wrong,
I'd still become.
Never wishing it wasn't so.
Why would I?
Was it fgood to become,
Although not for long.
But it was for real.
More real than it could be.
Was I another,
Or the real me?
If it was real,
Then it was good for me.
A lesson,
For the next time.
A mistake,
That had to be made.
Mistakes are to happen.
Dreams want to be dreamed.
One is another,
But both should be done.
If you're honest to yourself,
Doubts will be gone.
Maybe something bad,
Ain't evil at all.
Somethings are to happen.
Bruises, hits,
Or a sad fall.
To learn,
To make things clear.
To amke you understand,
Some things aren't as good,
As they may appear.
But still,
Enjoy them,
As they make you grow.
Ready to never,
Make that mistake again.
Unless you want to,
Or make another.
Whatever you choose,
Choose what you believe.
Experience it all,
Learn and don't bother.
But always,
Keep on dreaming.
From the first dew,
Till the latest of hours.
Because even with,
And even without,
That beautiful world,
Is still yours.
No mistake,
Or sad love story,
Should destroy what is.
What is rightfully yours.
Beautiful as it is,
And as it will be.
After things are taken away,
After the greatest of losses
After grief and recovery,
You and your world,
Will always stay.
Why did it start.
What made that first touch,
So magical to my heart.
She didn't just walk,
Straight to me.
It was as if she was floating,
With wings,
On my winds of passion.
Great it seems to be.
As if she called me,
Without saying,
Dreaming my name.
No sound, but I heard,
What she told me.
It felt so........
Rewarding, a promise.
A kiss. A quiet whisper,
Waiting to become a scream.
Never to be missed.
So close she was,
All the while.
She was beautiful,
In the distant,
Wonderful.
Suddenly,
She moved, closer.
Not like before.
This time,
She moved to me,
Almost into me,
And in my life,
Where I wanted her to be.
Just standing there and smiling.
Her joy in life.
Possibly mine as well,
Impossible to tell.
I saw her once,
But she's burned,
Inside my mind.
She called memories,
That were long forgotten.
Built new ones,
Which I shall call hope,
Leaving sorrow behind.
That one look,
And the spontaneous kiss.
Meaning what?
Nothing? Everything?
It meant the world to me,
And it still does.
My heart she took.
I can feel it, taste it,
And enjoy it.
Every second since,
That one, special kiss.
She was there,
And still is,
Would she know,
That she is,
Inside me?
Telling me,
Promising me?
Maybe one day,
I'll tell her what she did,
What she gave, what she said.
And what she took,
And put in my head.
My heart, and I want to give,
So much in return, as long as I live.
