i make up little scenarios,

inside my twisted mind.

of you and me sitting

under the dark blue sky.

the stars there never fade and

we watch them until we die.

the sky is filled with wonder,

just like me and you.

sometimes i forget that these

dreams are made up.

i wonder if they'll ever happen,

or will they stay fake like

everything else?

everything i know is made up,

and so far it's worked pretty well.