Island of Fantasy, All But Him
Jaded to the bone,
Wayward since birth.
Where could this broken being find joy?
Truth?
Happiness?
Dare I say love?
There’s a place,
Of clear waters,
Beautiful beings,
Songs in the air,
Playing in my head.
That island of fantasy.
Family is there,
All those you love,
All but him.
The one I need.
Is it worth it?
All that magic?
Do I belong there?
I can’t stand it,
This beauty that surrounds me,
I want to be jaded,
Confused and hindered,
But by his side.
I don’t need it.
He’s the island I need.
The island I love.
My very own,
Island of fantasy.
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