Each
time I see
you:
My
love for you becomes more powerful.
An
intense sensation.
You
have driven my love
for
years.
Each
time the wanting becomes stronger.
But
I am weary of your approach.
And
my life.
Knowing
you and I
The
if's
The
only's
are
only fantasy.
In
my mind we are together.
A
part of me that always will exist.
A
baby to comfort
to
be held in arms
A
hell burns inside
without
he flame
A
World living
without
air.
It
touches the surface:
each
time we kiss
You
have been here for years
yet
you have only
been
pretending
to
live in
my
dreams
It
seems that this fantasy will
never
live, and yet it
has
been living my life.
So
therefor I'm I Real or Fantasy?
