You’re not a poster on my wall, just a picture in my mind
You’re not a work of art, just a shade who has ways to break my heart
You’re not my perfect movie, just a series of memory
You’re not my beautiful vision, just my hopeful illusion
You’re not the prince in my castle, just the ghost I had to battle
You’re not the best man for me, just the one I missed terribly
You’re not mine, just not.
In response to Annie's :
You’re not the breath I breathe, just the sweet scent that I enjoy.
You’re not the sights I see, just the most beautiful of them.
You’re not the water I drink, just the flavor that makes it taste sogood.
You’re not the ground I walk on, just the partner I sometimes lean on.
You’re not the blood in my veins, just what makes it burn so sweetly.
You’re not my life, just the one I want to spend it with.
You’re not my world, just the best thing in it.
And Eein's :
You’re not the star I gaze at night, just the brightest light I see in the sky.
You’re not the air I breathe, just the cold breeze I wish for on the hot sunny day.
You’re not the rainbow after the rain, just the colours I painted my heart with.
You’re not the cloud I walk under, just a shade to shelter me from the scorching sun.
You’re not the mirror I always look at, just the unending reflected image in my mind.
You’re not my fairy tale, just the beautiful stories I wrote every time we met.
You’re not the cherry on the cake, just the warm chocolate coating cookie during the tea break.
You’re not my angel, just someone with a smile that makes my heart skips a beat.
You’re not the melody I always hum, just the sweetest nightingale before I go to sleep .
You’re not mine but just something I could not let go of... not even now, not even forever.
