I cannot remember when
I started to forget
about the simple
looks and glances
when I started to become sour to
drink that brings a cough to your throat
not sure anymore
then I read a story, watched the characters fall in love
could it be that
love and romance
only live in fantasy?
I think this might be the case.
I wished mermaids and magic were real
and I wished that love could be mine
the same way
I held these beliefs in childhood
now I’ve grown older
the stone cold touch of years
changing my imagination
into figments of the past
Could someone change my mind?