i make up little scenarios,
inside my twisted mind.
of you and me sitting
under the dark blue sky.
the stars there never fade and
we watch them until we die.
the sky is filled with wonder,
just like me and you.
sometimes i forget that these
dreams are made up.
i wonder if they'll ever happen,
or will they stay fake like
everything else?
everything i know is made up,
and so far it's worked pretty well.
