How can one even begin to describe such a thought How can one be deprived of such a thing It was just a fantasy of mine, I drool over it before I try to numb my mind, or to lay asleep with one such fantasy and wake shattered Oh my love if only you were true Oh my poor silly heart that longs for you And all I have ever written, was always secretly about you Oh such a feeling to feel, To struggle and constantly remind oneself the one thing you dream of, is a creation of your own suffering mind As one who might not ever be in love The thought of it devours me