My Delusion

There’s a Picture of a clear blue sky
And I don’t know why
But its making her cry

This girl with her changing eyes
Gives me the highs
every time she cries

This perfect picture of a girl that seems
to comply with every last one of my dreams
vaguely only appears in the night
for she is just a creation of my mind

There’s a place inside my little mind
that she once occupied
with a blink of her eye

Now that all I can do and think
is with this little thing
I have started to shrink

This weird assumption that someone could be
ok with what I am when I dream
Now I’m lost for her I will never-ever find
or maybe If I just close my eyes and try