My phone,lying on the bed
Declares existence,a brief glint of light.
The lucid canopy unveils,one more
Of a fairytale love note.
The head,far over heels.
Not a butterfly strolling the stomach's length.
I can't fake,being naive
Peddling one more of a story...
Losing myself in your thoughts
I don't ignore my nightly laze.
In a sleep,filled of fatigue
There isn't an unnecessary fantasy.
A bit of a moment's lure
A bit,off the day's habits.
One more of just a page,in
A novel,they call life.
Trickling off the tides of time,moments
Flip another of a leaf.
In the forlorn sky
One more of an orb sinks.
History cannot be lived in
Time sprints the pages of a calendar
And,abruptly,one more of a life,is
Forgotten,leaving behind,just a name.
Of love,between real and reality
I couldn't finish my fairytale.....
Declares existence,a brief glint of light.
The lucid canopy unveils,one more
Of a fairytale love note.
The head,far over heels.
Not a butterfly strolling the stomach's length.
I can't fake,being naive
Peddling one more of a story...
Losing myself in your thoughts
I don't ignore my nightly laze.
In a sleep,filled of fatigue
There isn't an unnecessary fantasy.
A bit of a moment's lure
A bit,off the day's habits.
One more of just a page,in
A novel,they call life.
Trickling off the tides of time,moments
Flip another of a leaf.
In the forlorn sky
One more of an orb sinks.
History cannot be lived in
Time sprints the pages of a calendar
And,abruptly,one more of a life,is
Forgotten,leaving behind,just a name.
Of love,between real and reality
I couldn't finish my fairytale.....
strange how wonderous evn the most realististic incidents become when told aftr experiencing.just like a story..nice one.
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