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



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

◄ first love

eighteen ►


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Little Bit

Mon 30th Jan 2017 14:30

Thanks for reading and for your comment, Randall!

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Randall Eckstein

Mon 30th Jan 2017 03:10

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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