Fantasy and Reality

When we danced with the cherry blossoms under that tree, something beautiful bloomed in me.
Something that reflected when I looked in your eyes, like a star that darkness couldn’t disguise.
And with my hands on your hips
And my thoughts on your lips,
I had to look away when I felt your touch
The ballet’s beauty was just too much.

If I graced your tender lips, my heart would surely burst,
But I’d rather drown in your love, then forever thirst.
If the future was up to me, I’d hold you forever under that tree.

Impossible…

This is a lie,
For I’d rather dehydrate and die,
Then watch another pink petal fall from the sky…

I’d rather hang myself from that tree,
Then let that flower bloom in me.
I wish I fell in to that star in your eye,
Because ashes feel nothing when they fall from the sky…

And with my hand on my knife,
And my thoughts on our strife,
I had to look away when I saw the incision
For it painfully reminded me of my hollow condition…