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From a different time in my life.

You know that feeling they talk about in books?
When butterflies start fluttering as he gives you those looks?
When all feels right, and before you know it, you're hooked.  

I thought that feeling was fictional; an intensified version of what we strive for but never obtain 

We may feel it for a second, but it never remains

A feeling we seek, then attempt to sustain.

I've recently learned that this feeling exists

When you smile at me, touch me, hold me, my stomach twists

And those fictional butterflies come alive as you kiss my wrists.

Maybe that's why I feel as if none of this is real,

An amazing dream I'm in, which reality may try to steal,

And wash away all those storybook feelings I feel.  

So I'll keep dreaming, I'd rather not wake

And have these feeling ripped away; they're not free to take 

No, I'll keep them, thank you, whether they're real or fake. 

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Who's to argue the idea of a good fairy tale? I'd think it's better to enjoy the ride, as long as it keeps the Ogres from attacking the castle.

A really nice work of ink you got here!
Wolfie

[Your Perfect Disaster]

This is good. I like it.
The rhymes could fit together a little better though.
You're very good at making it work though.
~keep it up~ (:

[i.am.the.sun.]

if he feels it's a dream too, which one's the dreamer?