How could I want to make this a story
While we are never real
Me and you, you are just like my fantasies
There is but I never know
You are like hundreds to thousands of stories that never culminate
Like unfinished verses of poetry
Confused with the hanging storyline
Uncertain where it will end
They say I'm just imagining
Loving fantasy
Dreaming fantasy Even crying
No, I believe you're a real story
You verses of poetry that will somehow be resolved
You have a purposeful path
Even your story is certainly the plot
You rhyme my loneliness
Friends crying in every longing
I'm sure you're real
I believe you are not a delusion
I believe you are real
Not just a pseudo shadow in the head
That continues to haunt all flavors
I miss