Illusion of Truth

This is part of NaPoWriMo - writing 30 poems in 30 days

Day Two:
Prompt: the poem that tells a lie

I knew I was made for him
and he for me,
his glance the very first day
told me so-
there I was with my pretty friend Jenny
and yet, he looked longingly at me.
I was lonely, lost and looking out
for someone,
anyone who would care
to look back at me,
to want me
despite my distracting, distant gaze
into the non-existent forlorn future
so when you looked
I knew it had to be you
so when you finally tied the knot
months later with my pretty friend Jenny
I understood myself
completely
knowing the farcical truth
that I had been living
to live a lie.
I knew then I was made for him
'cos I saw him looking longingly
at the bridesmaid as he kissed the bride!

Fanciful Farce!

What I fancy 

is what I do not have.

All stored in drowning drains of desires

floating in brittle baskets of my brain.

They live inside me,

cannot survive without me,

die disillusioned sometimes

due to the frivolity of my fancies.

What I fancy -

too fanciful beyond imagination.

No wonder, I lose them to eternity,

floating specs of dust 

let loose in the horizon.

My illegitimate wishes

undeserving of my stature,

burn forever in the glistening whirlpool of creation.

For One Single Impression

Prompt: FANCY