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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