This Isnt a Fantasy

Ever since I met you I've fell in to this fantasy world Its crazy its always the same I walk into a room Your name on everything Couch,table,window,door Counter,tv,walls,floor It must have been there over 3 million times But I went over and under , reading each of them. Then when I finished I read all of them over again. The next room contained pictures of you There must have been a million of them I daydreamed on each of them for about over a hour. Just because they made me smile There was a notebook on the floor Next to a pencil The notebook must have had over 10 million pages in it So I used every inch of each 1 To write poems and songs about you Because you're the only thing that came to mind I went into the next room And you stood there smiling You had a marker in your hand So I looked at the walls, Tables,couches,doors Counters,ceilings,windows,floors That were all covered in my name. You grabbed me and held me And I whispered to you that this fantasy seemed so real You whispered back This isn't a fantasy its real