I wonder why I couldn't stop thinking about her why every single time I'm with someone else I picture her I see her
I wish it was her
I fell in love with her
I dream of her
I crave only her
Thoughts of her consume me
She has moved on
And yet I am still stuck in this beautiful illustration
I look back at reality sometimes but what is the used if she's not in it
In my dazed, drunken state she's all I know
She is all I see
She is the color, the melody, the very air I need
Her smile my sun,
So leave me here, leave me here
In her delicate arms leave me
in my own delusional world
Till death comes to end my torment
~A.