idealismA Poem by Fearless Sunshinei'm getting over a breakup don't mind meCall me an idealist It starts with a concept Forming this idea in my head of perfection, of happiness Something I’m constantly striving for And it all seems so attainable Opaque and real A glance turns into a look which turns into an enigma of possibility That fantastic possibility of sweeping gestures and epic love But that’s what it was: a fantasy Life doesn’t have these perfect moments Life is messy and complicated and not at all like fantasy Transparent and nonexistent I got so caught up in what could be that I didn’t take into account the reality The situation at hand which would undoubtedly end in heartbreak Limited in time and experience What else was I to expect other than messy and complicated Fantasy never holds up to reality Opaque and real© 2016 Fearless Sunshine |
StatsAuthorFearless SunshineBoston, MAAboutShe/her or they/them pronouns. I love to read and I'm giving writing a go. ~ I like reading, writing, film, and dancing. My ukulele is my third arm and I love to play music. My favor.. more..Writing
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