Do you know what you do to me?
                              You make my heart pound in my chest at the sight of you
                              It's madness to feel like this but I wouldn't change it
                              You opened my eyes to a world I had plunged into darkness
                              Made me become alive when I had given up
                              Why did you do it?
                              Why me... what was it about me that made you want to know me
                              I am nothing, a nobody
                              You though, are special - overpowering every sense
                              To have the ability to see someone better than they see themselves
                              You have awakened a part of me I thought was dead
                              Let me see I can be more than I ever dreamed
                              I know now that if I took my last breath tomorrow
                              You would be in my thoughts along with a few others in my heart
                              I don't sleep any more I get too afraid to close my eyes
                              It's easier to hide behind the mask of a smile
                              To say I am fine, nothing wrong with me
                              Yet it's true when I'm with you 
                              In your presence I am indeed fine
                              You fill me with self belief and calm
                              I can learn to dream again in time and when I do I know you'll be in them 
                              Never leave me, never break that promise of loving me.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poetry'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
 
                                               
                                                  