idea Delusion Angel - David Jewell

Daydream delusion,
limousine eyelash,
oh, baby with your pretty face,
drop a tear in my wineglass,
look at those big eyes,
see what you mean to me,
sweet cakes and milkshakes,
I am a delusioned angel,
I am a fantasy parade,
I want you to know what I think,
dont want you to guess anymore,
you have no idea where I came from,
we have no idea where we're going,
launched in life,
like branches in the river,
flowing downstream,
caught in the current,
I'll carry you, you'll carry me,
that's how it could be,
don't you know me?
don't you know me by now?


I'm in love.
In love with an idea.
An idea that one could talk to a complete stranger for hours on end.
And not about stuff like how girls and guys are different.
Intellectually stimulating conversations.
Of love, life and dreams.
Dreams that you've had in your sleep. Not the dreams you aim to achieve.

Falling in love so bad you wake up in a sweat.
Fears that the one person could be gone so suddenly.
The notion of being so near yet so far.
Groundhog day.
Repetition.
Tragic  ¶ 10:14 PM