Perfect Illusion

Met him a few times in my dreams; fell in love before I even knew it

He was tall, with piercing brown eyes, he was perfect

Body of an idol I would say, lips so cherry red

Dreaming of him is all I want to do, I just can’t get him out of my head

An image of him appears in my head each time I close my eyes

All I need to hear is his voice alone, which must be like a sweet lullaby

His heart melting smile, his perfect cheeks

Just to feel his breath on my neck would make me weak

I long to feel his fingertips trace on my skin

He always takes me to places I’ve never been

Words could never be enough to say, but in conclusion

He is a daydream, my beautiful nightmare, just a perfect illusion

-By Racheal Balkissoon