She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,
Like a cover of a magazine, she shines, so serene.
Her eyes held a world that i couldn’t understand ,
A vision of beauty, slipping like sand.
I stood, caught in that fleeting, fragile space,
Where nothing was real, but I still gave chase.
She was the sun, I the fading moon,
In her light, I lost myself too soon.
"She looks like a dream," the words echo in my mind,
A perfect illusion, but no place for me to find.
I tried to fit, I tried to be whole,
But I didn’t belong—just a shadow, a soul.
I reached for her, but she slipped through my hands,
A face in a crowd, lost in distant lands.
I never showed her the depth I had inside,
I hid my true self—kept my heart denied.
And now I’m here, trapped in the past,
The dream’s a nightmare, and I’m outclassed.
I see her face, but she’s never near,
A memory, a ghost I hold dear.
The silence screams louder than words,
In my head, the pain echoes like birds.
I wonder, could I have made it right?
Or was I always meant to fade from sight?
This cage I built, too tight to breathe,
I locked myself in, no way to leave.
And now she’s gone—no touch, no sound,
Just an echo, a feeling, trapped and bound.
I dream of her, but she doesn’t see,
The boy I was, who could never be.
And so I stay, haunted by a face,
The prettiest dream, but I don’t fit in that place.
I wish I could forget, wish I could flee,
But every night, she’s all I see.
Trapped in the dream, with no way out,
Loneliness whispers, it’s all I’m about.
This poem is a reflection of love lost, a love that never truly came to be. It’s about the pain of being trapped in the memory of someone you could never fully reach, the regrets that linger long after the person is gone, and the suffocating feeling of not being able to move on. The dream-like quality of the poem contrasts with the harsh reality of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities. If you've ever felt that your heart belonged to someone who could never truly understand it, this poem is for you.
