Coy little fantasy
You still entrance
Though I know you weren't sent for me
Twirling, dancing
Brave little hope
But were merely a reverie
Still I humor, still I ponder
In my thoughts when through streets I wander
Under woven limbs above
"Was it never meant to be?"
Never realized, always pined for
But lovely dreams ought be free
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
Coy little fantasy
You still entrance
Though I know you weren't sent for me
Twirling, dancing
Brave little hope
But were merely a reverie
Still I humor, still I ponder
In my thoughts when through streets I wander
Under woven limbs above
"Was it never meant to be?"
Never realized, always pined for
But lovely dreams ought be free