You are nothing more than a fleeting vision.
Your visage is a mere reflection,
infinitely insignificant in comparison
to what you represent.
You are hope.
You are dreams.
You are the shining beacon
in the darkness
within which
I have enshrouded myself.
It's a shame I don't know who you are-
A shame that you are completely made up.
And that every time I think of you,
You become more imaginary;
You start to embody perfection.
You don't exist.
I still write on about you.
I still dream dreams about you
I still am steadfast and refuse
to let you get away.
