My Own Real Love
Make-believing
I can make my own fantasy
Until I realize
I've been lost in my on parody
Was it just my dreams,
That had kept me going?
Or was it the blowing haze
That keeps on blowing?
The warm,
Unused heart
Keep on pondering
Like a storm above this city
Reality always fades
Like my own awaited dream
Peacefully recognizing
Its own little wings
True, I've always heard a lot
Of other peoples love
But never did I,
Heard my own real love. . .
AN: this is basically related to me somehow but I decided to post it here cause I think it sounds compatible with my newest fic about Tomoyo. If you want to try reading it the title is 'Concealed Feelings' just look at it at my bio k?