The day colors fade and form the night
I say goodbye to the fleeting light
And share those words with someone I love
Who isn't beside me, under or above
He was made to love me, I knew this well
But into his alluring lines, I fell
That world he is in; it exists just barely
But the moon on my screen, is the same in reality
A picture appears; his moonlit face
As it shows him standing in all his grace
My hand on the screen as I ignore the cold
'I wish you were real' I whispered, so bold
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
The day colors fade and form the night
I say goodbye to the fleeting light
And share those words with someone I love
Who isn't beside me, under or above
He was made to love me, I knew this well
But into his alluring lines, I fell
That world he is in; it exists just barely
But the moon on my screen, is the same in reality
A picture appears; his moonlit face
As it shows him standing in all his grace
My hand on the screen as I ignore the cold
'I wish you were real' I whispered, so bold
Love is love. But does it pass through worlds?
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The story of a girl in love with a fictional character