The supreme architect
I created my own little world
For the you and I
In my head
And in my heart
To live together
To love each other
Inside my utopia
We were in love with each other
And we were happy
My home was more in that make-believe house
Than in my own
Cold and empty, though full of people
No you
Meant no warmth, no light...
So I retreated into myself
Into my imaginary world
Into our imaginary life
And loved you in a lie
But oh, what a beautiful lie
To live.
Nice pace, this moves along lovely and brings out a sadness and melancholy in me for know all to well what it is to want to live behind the minds eye. A job well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But oh, what a beautiful lie To live. I love this! ! ! dreams are what poetry is made of. ~mye3