the fairytales i conjure up
never seem to fade.
its like they're haunting me;
and its daunting to believe
that they'll never come true...
with you.
i dream of olden days,
the pictures we'd take
the things tht we'd say.
jokes and love and happiness
love and infatuation and your sweet kiss-ing
keeps me reminiscing. 
but for what purpose?
im losing tht need to love you
if i cant touch you, hug you...
let love not flow like ab...cd
can we glimpse into the past?
just for this moment,
let me hold it.
i miss the days;
without a question
and my fairytales linger,
like the sour smell of spoiled GOODS.
yet, i cant let them go.
but i have to keep steadfast:
like, ab..cd