It wasn't you I fell in love with
it was who I made you in my head
the fantasies made up by me
at night, lying in my bed
illusion, perfection,
all I could ever dream of
but if nothing of all that's real,
what is it even worth?
every evening I hear your voice
saying words to me you never will
and sometimes I am so far gone
that time starts standing still
I feel your hand
where you will never touch
I feel emotions,
chaos, I feel so much
the longer I let myself drift away
the further I sink from reality
and that's when I start floating away
detaching completely from gravity
like castles of glass, so fragile
shattering if looked at too close
but bittersweet and beautiful
like deadly thornes of a rose
only the moonlight knows my desires now
the stars, they know my soul
the sky at night listens to me,
even after having lost control
Control of this fantasy had long been lost
as my once warm heart started beating cold
reality, a sword of frost
our love story never to be told