Tell Me

Would you believe me if I told you that this was unintentional?
The sentimental aspects of my sub-mentality merge “my reality” with “our fantasy”.
This is why I choose to take the chance to see you as a manifestation of my emotional sanity.
Clarity of mind no longer has bearing when I’m only hearing your soft whisper in my dreams.
That is why it seems that my eyes cry streams as I sleep.
Instantaneous.
Spontaneous.
Dangerous…
Since all this is still new to us.
Still true to us are the very feelings that eluded us.
The same feelings that cleansed us as life tainted us.
Tell me,
Would you believe that it’s these moods that paint us
And maintain us in this dance that enchants us?
Imaginary is the fantasy that is passing me.
Reality is only evident in the moments when we are happening.
Rapidly elapsing the time between us to intertwine our minds,
Striking me with more flavours than fine wine.
Tell me,
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you know that my heart bleeds steadily for you exclusively?
It seems my emotions, personally, have flooded far past “friendly”.
You enter my world and the rivers run dry immediately.
If so, then please turn my destiny around.
Please turn around and notice me.