I'm going to get somthing of my chest through this poem.

Real
What is and what's not?
These feelings I have for you...I don't understand.
Your always there, and yet your not.
There is a thine line between reality and fantasy.
Have I crossed it?
Or am I just being fooled by love?
Your apart of me everyday.
Everyday looking over my shoulder, watching.
But every time I turn to look...your not there.
Why you haunt me, why you stirr my feelings I don't know.
Twist and turn, up and down...like a stream through a forest.
I'm happy,sad,and humble. All at the same time.
When will my stream enter the ocean?
When will i undersant you?...Me?
I want to spread my wings and fly...
Come out of the Darkness and into the Sun...
To break away....

reality is nothing
but we are always counting

the time until it dies
always looking twoard the skies

why do we dream
why does it always seem

seems like we are constantly diying
and quietly lying down and crying

because reality is nothing
time is truley something

btw love your poem

u r relly good. i can write like that some times. l8terz

yet again really good sydney!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(guess who!)