I’m stuck between reality and an ever-lasting dream.
Between what is and what could be..
Between a smile and shedding tears.
I’m stuck between who I am and whom I’d be
Holding on to the idea of how good things could be.
Being fooled with the sweetness of your words.
Being trapped into this prison you call love.
I’m torn between infatuation and desperation;
Days filled with agonizing frustration.
Every rising sun a call for more.
Every sunset witnessing unhealthy love.