Fantasy has always been
my Achille’s heel
You’re just an ideal
with sex appeal
Not real
A sticky note somewhere
Reminds me to be aware
of what’s next to do
Instead
my bad habit I pursue
Getting lost in a daydream
featuring you
We live on different continents
You don’t even know I exist
Yet I still imagine the
taste of your kiss
You’re so lovely
This isn’t reality
But I think
I’ll stay here awhile
Where I can smile
Where I never cry
Wonderful poem. I feel somewhat the opposite, though. I find models, singers, and actresses to be unreal. I never pine over them. I obsess over real people with real flaws and perfections. But I absolutely enjoy your poetic view.
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Little Bit
Mon 30th Jan 2017 14:30
Thanks for reading and for your comment, Randall!