Miles away from the city,
In a town full of glass people,
There live two individuals, waiting to be a writers imagination.
They crave each others presence like summer rain.
And down they drench their sorrows and pain,
In glasses of wine and champagne.
With warm embraces and soulful goodbye's
Each with a message that, i'll soon come by..
The broken promises and wilful truths, never went unimagined.
Maybe... a poets imagination, a Romeo-Juliet story,
Lovebirds fantasy.... in reality... Never happens.