I will die on this hill
Of never letting you know how I feel
Because that’s just too silly
I don’t know you really
You’re a figment of my imagination
A man of my own creation
A newly made hyper fixation
Maybe a fleeting fascination
Yet I think of you in the quietest nights
Building stories, chasing distant lights
But it’s safer to keep this all concealed,
Because how can you hurt, what’s never revealed?
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 12:19 AM UTC
I will die on this hill
Of never letting you know how I feel
Because that’s just too silly
I don’t know you really
You’re a figment of my imagination
A man of my own creation
A newly made hyper fixation
Maybe a fleeting fascination
Yet I think of you in the quietest nights
Building stories, chasing distant lights
But it’s safer to keep this all concealed,
Because how can you hurt, what’s never revealed?
To that perfect, perfect boy I made up in my mind with the face of a person I know
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