Do you think of me?
Cause I think of you
Every day I think of you
And not a second passes
That I don’t miss you
Your glittering eyes
Your love and devotion
You were everything
I wonder sometimes
What if you stayed?
Would I be the one to leave you instead?
Would nothing change the outcome
Of our sweet, sorrowful, parting?
Is this our sick, twisted, and unfair fate?
Is this the design of our life?
The path we can never stray from?
Is this meant to be?
Are we destined to stay apart?
Sometimes while in a stupor of thought
I find myself fantasizing
Fantasizing of what we would be
If we were a movie or a grand best-selling novel
What roles would we play?
Would I be your superman?
And you my Lois Lane?
Or would you be the hero
And I a simple love-sick fan boy
An insignificant person to such magnificence of a hero
But fantasies are not reality
So what will be of us?
Will we be a reality or a beautiful fantasy?
All I have to hold on to are fantasies
At least they go hand in hand with the ones about you