A dream, a scent, an idea and emotion
Every night I scribbled with complete devotion
Your eyes your smile,
Even the slightest of your reaction…
I would sit and wait and watch,
Waiting for you to materialize
You stayed on paper, locked in a diary
Smiling as I painfully realized
Yes you were my imagination
But mine you were and I was yours
The wheels were set in motion!
Reminds me of Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song’ that we used in a film a while back…
I shut my eyes and the world drops dead,
I think I made you up inside my head…
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