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Aug 2014
Wherever I am,

Whenever it is,

I have to imagine,

My make believe dreams.

It might seem silly,

But this dream world,

Is interesting,

It's something to do with my time,

Rather than nothing.


I imagine loads of things,

Like you and me,

All under my control,

Because it's not real,

And only I know.

I imagine life now,

And life later on,

Not all of it is happy,

As in reality there's drama,

So the drama in my dream world,

Could seem like a possibility.


I imagine being with my friends,

Through good times,

And bad moments,

I imagine my future,

However I like.


They may sometimes be realistic,

By being dramatic to extremes,

But they will never be real,

Especially the parts,

Of you and me.


I imagine things as simple,

As spending time with you,

Not always over exciting,

But in casual moods,

Apart from you would be there,

So that would make my mood,

Soar high in the air.


Anytime spent with you,

Would be time well spent,

Even if there was tragedy,

You being there would be better,

You'd cheer me up a lot,

And take my pain away.


I imagine what would happen,

If things between us were different,

Imagine how these thoughts would change,

My love would stay the same,

But hopefully my droning,

Wouldn't stay.


Maybe I would still feel similar,

Let's face it, I would,

Even if you chose me,

I'd be far from second best,

You already treat me well,

But everyone else you treat better,

Without you even realising.


Whenever I am with you,

My troubles fly away,

It's like they never existed,

It's like you love me anyway,

But whenever your gone,

I realised you've led me on,

Even if you didn't mean to.


I can't say,

Don't you go away,

Because you've already gone,

It's been a while now,

And you've never left my mind,

Thoughts of you won't leave my head,

It's like you're pulling on my heart,

Even though you're nowhere near.


Another thing I can not say,

Is to ask you to come back,

As you're not here to listen,

Yes I can always message you,

But you are growing bored,

I'm not even with you,

But you can't be bothered with me anymore,

Why did you even bother with me,

Now you have just left.


I can't say you shouldn't have played with my heart,

Just to then go and leave,

Because after all,

You did nothing,

I just had to fall.


I imagine that one day,

Maybe it could all work out,

You should know what I'm talking about,

You should know what to give back,

I don't just want to see your face,

I want your love as well,

But all I can get right now,

Is to see your face,

And just that makes me smile,

But now what is there for me to do,

When I won't see you for so long?
Chloe's Not An Angel
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Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
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