I am crazy in love
writing love songs-
won't help me.
Hes all i fancy
but when I touch him,
he turns into fair mist.
Far from reality,
maybe this is another dream.
I wanna wake up
on his bed.
His satin sheets
and my lips; both stained
His messed up hair
as his mane.
They glide through my fingers
as if they are made for them.
He is the reason of my ecstasy
He is the fantasies
Hes my dream boy.
Just a touch from him
can drive me to insanity
But I ain't Y/N
and this isn't a fanfic.
I know it sucks
but I still want it.
I know it hurts
but I still want him.
I know I should get up from my seat
but i'll get a defeat.
And the prince doesn't;
always come to save the day
The monsters aren't
always slayed.
I know all I can
do is wait [for him] in vain.
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
