Imagination

We never truly met,
Only kissing once or twice,
Holding hands on a table,
Or hugging in a crowded place,
Everything else is just in my dreams,
Making love on a deserted land,
Shooting clouds with our fingers,
And swimming to a distant island,
Where we would get lost.

These are all on my black walls,
Haunting me before I go to sleep,
Images of my imagination,
Pumping blood into my heart,
And tears into my soul.

But I have to go,
Every cemetery has an open door,
And every love has an escape,
Near the starting point,
It is how it is,
No prayer reaches it’s target until dawn,
When it’s pitch black,
And I am lost.
Don’t feel sorry, my love,
It was only a mirror,
A sunny morning,
A road to nowhere,
A twisted fate,
Everything but right,
I apologize now,
I should have been told though,
Nothing resists
Faith.

We never truly met,
I built you sitting in an armchair,
Wathing a movie or reading a stupid book,
It never teached me anything,
And I never reached you,
In real life.