There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do
to chase away these thoughts of you.
Despite the years of insight gained,
I seem to be forever chained.
Romantic moments filed away
may disappear in light of day;
but, after dreams have died at dawn,
they come alive when day is gone.
As stars and moon and tired eyes
combine to conjure up more lies,
you still return to haunt my night;
and I succumb to hold you tight.
Wherever love that’s lost must go,
it surely drowns in tears that flow.
These tears I cry are wasted here;
I see that fact is crystal clear.
Within the value of all time,
you’re nothing more than one thin dime.
That man I hoped would fill my life
with love and friendship, never strife,
was just a figment of my mind;
my eyes, that missed your faults, were blind.
These tears I cry, you’ll never see
for you were just my fantasy.
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Submission Name: Facing the Fantasy
