Figment

If she knew how this would be,
she would have put her guard up,
now it's too late and he stole her heart.
She thought he was too old,
she thought he looked all wrong,
he was not her kind at all.

Then she saw a part of his soul,
such a beautiful sight it was,
she was blinded to what she had seen,
She wonders how this can be,
he's surely but a figment of imagination,
she still feels this love for him.

Now her equilibrium is disturbed,
the balance she had fought so hard for,
she knows she is falling, and falling hard.
There will be no one to catch her,
she can't tell anyone, it is all so wrong,
Yet she keeps going back for more.

She knows she would leave all behind,
she would follow him if he asked,
but he won't, he is one of the good guys.
So she knows she has to be thankful,
for the moments that they share,
and take the hurt when it comes.

She is a big girl, she thinks she can take it,
she is playing with fire, she knows it burns,
but she cannot stop now, it is too late.
One day the fantasy will be all gone,
and he will leave her out on the edge,
go back to his own reality, his own life.

He is only there for a while, like a dream,
a pleasant dream, she does not want to wake,
every time she does, she feels this sadness.
A deep never ending sadness, too painful,
yet when he calls, she will be there to answer,
again and again, again and again.

Shinemyrtle