Bits of things that pop into this mind.

I cannot have you in the flesh

But I can have you in my head.

Imagining bliss, what a merciful gift. 

Is it a sin?

Taking you into my dream.

Creating every scene so perfectly.

Where everything is what I’d hoped it would be.

It easies the pain of not knowing your touch when I awake.

Dare I look you in the eye.

Knowing what I’ve dreamt inside my mind.

Until tonight.

When I decide,

what I’ll be having under the moonlit sky. 

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Bits of things that pop into this mind.

I hardly think of you anymore.

Can’t believe I shed so many tears for you not to long ago. 

I spent so much time walking along.

Finding shattered pieces of my heart all over the floor. 

Sounds like a sad story.

I write a love story.

I cared for you once upon a time.

Now it seems strange to have ever loved you at all.

Many love story’s go wrong.

No regrets for having loved you before.

It’s just the end for a new beginning of another


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