When I watch You walking away
I hear the Soundtrack
To a School Boy’s Fantasies
But when You turn and Smile
As if to say, Goodbye
… For now…
My Heart Melts into a Puddle
At Your Feet
I can’t seem to Breathe
Or look away
This Is Not Mere Fantasy
But My Favourite Dream
I remember the dreams when I was young the ones that told you stories rivers that flow of chocolate and gift trees with toys of every kind and that cardboard rocket ship that I took to the Moon in front of the TV on a Saturday afternoon I miss those days
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