I dreamt of memories we had,
while gazing at the mundane downpour of the rain
as each splatter plummets to the ground;
I slowly realized that it wasn't "us" who had them
It's just me longing for you...
Waiting underneath the summer rain, trying to mend;
I, who was in vain
If our realities weren't such a pain,
maybe our love---no, my love for you
could blossom along with yours;
Instead of enduring the agony
of being unloved by this fictitious you
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 6:01 AM UTC
I dreamt of memories we had,
while gazing at the mundane downpour of the rain
as each splatter plummets to the ground;
I slowly realized that it wasn't "us" who had them
It's just me longing for you...
Waiting underneath the summer rain, trying to mend;
I, who was in vain
If our realities weren't such a pain,
maybe our love---no, my love for you
could blossom along with yours;
Instead of enduring the agony
of being unloved by this fictitious you
I can't help but love you,
but it is you who is untrue.
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