I dream of a life with you
An apartment in one of the world’s best cities and maybe a french bulldog or two
Warm and cosy with all our favourite things, old and new
Baby, I want all this and more with you
Our den will be done up with art and old movie posters of your choice
And will house your million books, my television, your music device
The coffee tables will have colourful coasters from Mumbai and Madras
Our house will be tastefully done up- nothing cluttered or crass
Our kitchen will have plenty of seeping sunlight
The fridge reflecting our world travels with magnets all shiny and bright
Our four poster bed will see us kissle and cuddle all night
As much as it will witness us argue, shout, cry and fight
But here’s the thing- while I build sandcastles in the air
Without warning, you leave me in despair
Citing fundamental irreconcilable differences
My incessant future planning being top of your dispute references
So now I ask myself what good ever did these futile dreams do?
Cause as much as I delude myself a bit or two
I now know I can never have you
Did my want of a future together ruin us forever true?
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So beautiful. Really touched me.
Oh this is beautiful; I was moved!
your dreams didn’t end it. as to what did, go see ‘he’s just not that into you’ (sorry to inflict more pain on you though).
Beautifully written. I would say, maybe there is something better in store for you.