I looked for you everywhere,
Even the cradle I swear was there.
I looked for you low and high,
Did you grow wings and fly so high?
Everything about you felt so real–
Your tiny hands, the bubbly laughter,
Drowsy eyes and slow breathing.
Were you even real?
Real?....
The way you smiled,
The warmth you spread,
The games we played,
The fairy tales we read,
The lullaby we heard,
And the dream we spent,
Was it even real?
Should've kept you closer,
Should've held you tighter,
Should've known, was too good to be real.
Should've never woke up –
To the real.
Do I mourn the lie,
Or wait for the real?
If I never woke up–
Would you have been real?
~pooja
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC
I looked for you everywhere,
Even the cradle I swear was there.
I looked for you low and high,
Did you grow wings and fly so high?
Everything about you felt so real–
Your tiny hands, the bubbly laughter,
Drowsy eyes and slow breathing.
Were you even real?
Real?....
The way you smiled,
The warmth you spread,
The games we played,
The fairy tales we read,
The lullaby we heard,
And the dream we spent,
Was it even real?
Should've kept you closer,
Should've held you tighter,
Should've known, was too good to be real.
Should've never woke up –
To the real.
Do I mourn the lie,
Or wait for the real?
If I never woke up–
Would you have been real?
~pooja