EroticaNymph's Book
My Old Town Boy
You are just like a dream that can't be seen, clearly You are like an air I can't touch I wish I had a time machine when we first met each other. That time was so peaceful like a cemetery. When I first saw you, you are under a Mango tree reading some books. And I was thinking and hoping that I am the one who will be yours until the end of time. But sadly there are such things that can't be ours. I accept that even if it is so hard. I admire you from afar until now but today, I maybe this is the last because I will be back in my world. I will be back in the real world where the pain is real and the world where my old town boy does not exist anymore.