Lost Again

So I've always been more on imagination than I've been on reality. It's who I am and even if I force myself to stop dreaming I still couldn't help myself. Reality bores me to the extent that I would rather stay in my dreamworld than exist in reality.

But with all the things that are happening to me right now, reality gains power over me.

While I still feel the dreams embrace me, while I still feel the creativity living inside me, I created this poem. It's for my friend's girl.

Left

And if time turns back

to that moment in our past,

the courage that I lack

I wish it'll appear and last

I wish to hold your hand

and will never let it go

I wish together we stand

Supporting each other so

But time doesn't even stop

so how could it turn back?

What's left ahead, downs, no ups

Our future, you and I, cracked

Now all I could do is regret

for the words I should've said

I force myself to forget

Stopped the tears I could've shed

Just so you know, I love creating poems. Not that I have the skill when it comes to it, I just love making one.