narrandi

humans never stop ageing

and i, i can't seem to stop thinking of you

imagening you smiling towards me

making me smile back

unhelping myself of loving you

i cry to myself

i cry for you

would like you to be here

instead of the imagened picture

although that seems to be the only thing

only thing i have of you

in my world you're real and you're the only thing i want

the only thing i need

my tears are as real as if we have to breathe air

as many as the Atlantic Ocean

this love is no fiction inside of my heart

please stay