Parallel Plea

I am foolish to dream of a world never been

With my wildest of thoughts lost in your gleam

If a friend is what's destined, then a friend I will be

I'll listen to your stories of lovers since past

And encourage new love with the hopes that it last


I'll spend hours avoiding the things we could be

While up in my head I'm fruitful and free

In the night I romanticise a parallel plea

Of a world full of colour, bright blues and strong seas


In this world the lights shimmer and we live in sunsets

We love immensely in a state of unrest 

But this world is illusion wrapped up in clover

For in life we are nothing, not even enough to be over

Just moments in dust

A look in the eye blown away in the wind

But I adore my illusion so I stay close within

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