I live in a perfect world
where you love me
and you would give anything for me.
I live in a world of playful sunsets
hands holding and butterflies fluttering
around you and me.
A place where you tell me
I am everything you could ever dream of
the girl you have prayed for
Everything you have ever wanted.
But this is a perfect, hypothetical world
that I could only dare to dream
and write poems about.
A place where you make your promises come to life
to make me happy.
But I guess I can have this world
if only to pretend
that things turn out the way you want them to be.