are we capable of living our own dreams without neglecting the other?
will you be the first to applaud at every performance of mine? will you come and hug me backstage, no matter how many times i messed up? will you learn to appreciate all that i love, or will you simply tolerate my fancies as a way to get me to love you?
will you read my poetry and understand what i’m trying to say? will you find parts of me in every verse i write, or will you throw away these pieces of paper and simply tell me that it’s ’deep’?
and i will try my best to love what you do, but i can’t make a promise that i can’t keep, because in reality, we’re just daydreaming of a future together, living in worlds of our own.