A walking contradiction, craves intimacy, yet yearns for isolation. Alone and crying for affection not received. Will they ever truly understand what they need can be given and received from themselves?
Is it wrong to crave for love? Being deep in thought of something that's so hard to obtain Wondering when will I ever find the other end of my red string Will everything be just a fantasy? Being able to start the day with a cup of coffee and a smile on someone's face During a hot afternoon we'll lay on a hammock under the trees and be asleep by the winds gentle breeze And by night we'll watch together the beautiful starry sky, tracing the patterns of every constellation by our hands reaching so so high Until we close our eyes Nothing to see, only to feel The tight embrace, the beating heart And the warm breath which will make me fall asleep Now tell me, is it wrong to crave for love?
My imagination turned wild I made you true in my head You were beautiful and kind So perfectly defined Physically so similar But in fantasy, you were divine One of the kind.
I like my mind's craft Not you, you are too human When I see you in contrast You don't hold a flame You are not the same You are not who I crave.
You never hurt me with words, Actions are very just, And you care about me, Not you, but the one in the head You are not even a shadow In his bright light, But he makes me sad too By not existing in this world.