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