A Dream

I know it´s late.

i shouldn't be looking at your photos. not anymore.

you are not mine. and looking back you never was.

but I am yours.... sadly

So if you would be so kind to stop looking beautiful and making me remember a time where we almost were.

almost.

but when you left. you left me with a thought.

a ghost.

of what we could have been. and dare i say i have never seen anything nearly that astoundingly gorgeous. like a rose. the most fragrant and red rose you have ever seen.

too bad it is a rose that wilted a long time ago. But hey dreams are all that a foolish boy has so i guess i will cling on for a little while longer.