This Isnt a Fantasy
Ever since I met you
I've fell in to this fantasy world
Its crazy its always the same
I walk into a room
Your name on everything
Couch,table,window,door
Counter,tv,walls,floor
It must have been there over 3 million times
But I went over and under , reading each of them.
Then when I finished
I read all of them over again.
The next room contained pictures of you
There must have been a million of them
I daydreamed on each of them for about over a hour.
Just because they made me smile
There was a notebook on the floor
Next to a pencil
The notebook must have had over 10 million pages in it
So I used every inch of each 1
To write poems and songs about you
Because you're the only thing that came to mind
I went into the next room
And you stood there smiling
You had a marker in your hand
So I looked at the walls,
Tables,couches,doors
Counters,ceilings,windows,floors
That were all covered in my name.
You grabbed me and held me
And I whispered to you that this fantasy seemed so real
You whispered back
This isn't a fantasy its real
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