In fiction

I picked up a pen and started to write

A love story for you and I

Where we laughed and we smiled

I embraced your arms and believed

This is how it is supposed to be

With you kissing me like nothing's wrong

I live my life preoccupied

I live my life preoccupied

with stuffs to do

lists to finish

movies to watch

songs to play

Stuffs not with you

Looking at you not looking at me

Through the branches
Through the trees
I'm looking at you
Who's not looking at me