Fantasizing

You speak of amour
You behave as if to leave

You say a few minutes
You're more like hours

You always guarantee
You relentlessly deceive

You fall short of caring
What endeavor do I perceive?

What exhibits your ardor for me?

I observe merely disdain, and contempt,
Only hatred, and abandonment
I detect no concern, and no compassion,

There's no chance for love in that

You answer that I've 'turned into a real bitch'
I contemplate what has wrought this change in me

Could it possibly be despair, or loneliness?

I used to be so cheerful and carefree
I really trusted that you cherished me

Now I realize that I was merely fantasizing
Dreaming a peasant man into a prince

What suffering for wishful thinking!


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