He and that's a fantasy.

Closing the doors, there stands he.
Across the bridge, his hand out.
Wants me to entangle, every bit of mine.
Calling me, there, in his world.

This side is me, complete me.
knotted myself to a house.
Here stand people, I grew up with
and doors, I lived in.

Skipping a heartbeat, looking at him
reality is playing fantasies.
"Come!", he says, calling me...

"Here", I said, crying.

A step backwards, he took right there.
The pain flushed through my every vein of the face

Breathing heavily, he looked at me.
shattering myself, I went ahead.

Stopping myself, were the knots tied
I  had to believe, I lived there.
"He's a fantasy, let him go!", my mind said
"This is love.", said the heart.

Pain is the bridge, the bridge, in the middle
Love is there, at his side
Smile is where, where he stands
But knots are tied, in here, this side.

Time is flying, he has to go

Winds covering, I allow him to go
Dark grey clouds, blanketing me

Love is he and that's a fantasy.

He turned, he left.
I closed the door, curtaining the room
Distance tearing loudly here
Crying out tears, shattering me

Responsibility held a win this time,
Dreams play him all the time
knowing the fact, I have to live

memories play all night.

Love is there, it's just him

Close the door, the wild is wind

Walks away, that's he
He is love and that's a fantasy.