when we are far

 Distance makes the love grow fonder

You can never reach my expectations

 

The idea of you is more appealing

Than your actual human personality

 

The neurons in my brain

Could construct a better man

Than the person you could ever be

Like a standard too high to reach

 

With miles separating us,

I feel more comfort in your ‘touch’

 

Predicting your thoughts while you type

Is a fun game to play until you get it wrong

 

You’re in a test that you never applied to.

When you’re talking, you are being interviewed.

 

If we ever accidentally met in real life,

ill go away where the sun never shines.

 

distance makes the love grow fonder

I don’t know if I’m loving a human person.

This idea of you that I’m madly in love with,

Lives in my brain, rent free.

 

Your existence is a disappointment,

You can’t spell the word without ‘men’.

 

You were always just a slate board

For me to bounce my ideas off

 

And in the end, I’m the one I hurt

For falling in love with an idea

 

Distance makes the love grow fonder

It also builds imaginary walls till the sky above

Neither they nor you can jump the wall

The distance directly proportionates to the fall

or something like that.

~The End~

hope you liked this little poem;))

till next time,

yours lovingly,

yourorangecloud,

rini.

FDD: fifteen day diary

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happy summery october

bye!