Wishful Thinking
Wishful thinking is all I seem capable of.
I get so wrapt up in my feelings I forget, he isn't mine.
It's so easy to get lost in those icey blue eyes.
Sometimes it's like they stare into my soul, deep down to my darkest corners.
When I pull myself back to reality I could cry a river.
How could I let myself get this bad, I swore I never would again.
It's the way he looks at me.
The way he listens with care.
The way he holds me in his arms.
The way we can talk forever.
The way he smiles.
It's everything.
How could I be falling for a stranger so hard, so fast.
The connection is undeniable, incomparable.
It's the sweetest fruit I've tasted.
The warmest sunshine I've felt.
The most beautiful magic I've seen.
The softest music I've heard.
The freshest flower I've smelt.
It's nothing I've ever experienced before, even in my wildest dreams.
But it's all wrong, a figment of my over active imagination.
He's not mine, nor will he ever be.
So why does it feel so right, so perfect?
He sees all my scars, yet he stays.
How can something feel so right, but be so wrong?
My fantasy and reality keep colliding causing my heart and mind to fight.
How do I stop this guilty pleasure?
Wishful thinking is all I seem capable of.
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