Its been a while, but it means more to me than you think...

I dont know what im writing.
But it is an attempt for intuition...
I feel the urge to talk to you,
Someone i have yet to knew...
You get me through the week,
and its true, you make it hard to speak...
Hard to walk,
Impossible to talk.

I smile when i think of you
i know its an illusion
It not true,
but why would i mind
Dreaming of you
I dont mind walking through this delusion
Its all i got
In two thousand and nineteen
You are the only
in
between