Reality makes it so we only need to think of it, when it's time to make it stop.
Is it foolish of me to associate this to having fallen in love?
As in most of us just naturally, innocently, unconsciously start to love but,
Naturally, chaos always manages to ensue the minute we start thinking about it.
Just now, I'm sincerely trying to put down how I feel
On a blank sheet of paper, with a picture of you staring back at me .
Odly enough, our story is just the same as any other out there .
Most days, we dream of our paths crossing with that significant other
In whom we'd love to abandon ourselves, weakness, fears and all.
Nothing more then that person we'd love, we'd hate but come home to.
Kindly enough, despite the tales very few do achieve that serein state
You thrive an entire life, seeking said love but this world is ugly
Ugly enough for us to spend our years dreaming of better days
Days we love again, Days we fly to the sky
MissAhdynn
MissAhdynn
