You...
You lift my head up,
Just by passing by,
You...
You make me laugh ,
Even when I'm about to cry.
There's no words,
To describe,
What you do to me,
Just looking into your eyes.
You...
I hate you ,
For being an unreachable prize.
If...
If you 'll just come with me,
I swear l'll never turn back,
We'll just run towards forever,
On a never-ending race track.
If...
If you'll ever give me one chance,
I swear, I'll never fall,
Out of your trance.
But you...
You'll never love me ,
And if I ever told you,
You'd think I'm crazy.
You'll never consider it a possibility.
I'm...
I'm tearing up by,
Just Imagining the sting.
But I don't want to let...
I don't want to let...
Go...
I just won't let...
I just can't let...
Go...
I just can't let go of this fantasy...
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Author:
F. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2016 01:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Such unreachable, untouchable, beauty that one can only gaze at from a dIstance. Never to even get close to.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments3
BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL FANTASY ~ FAE ~ and one we all share Male & Female. As you so poignantly indicate your Person of Desire is out of reach ~ out of touch ~ out of range. Love the poem ~ elegant angst ! Thanks for sharing ~ I can empathise with you ~ Yours BRIAN
Thank you. Always appreciate your comments, Brian
Awesomely beautiful poem
Thank you
Welcome
You captured emotion that I think we all can relate to...very nice work..
Thank you very much
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