Where do I begin?
Perhaps, I’ll start with the dream that took me in,
And then perhaps I’ll take it on the chin,
That when reality did set in,
My pride did wear thin.
Although being infatuated,
Is no reason to be castigated.
I can’t but feel humiliated,
For being so fascinated.
I wish I could say,
That I was never sucked in this way;
That my dignity was always on display,
And that I, on the better side of obsession, did stay.
My head has always pleaded for common sense,
Although my heart was hypnotized by your presence.
But I can’t keep making a fool of myself, hence –
To stop dreaming, is of utmost importance.
Now, I finally hope to start anew,
And to finally resist thinking of you.
Here’s to hopefully, bidding you ‘Adieu’.
― From the admirer, you never knew.