Lately I find myself thinking of you.
In a different way that before.
The thought of you comes into my head.
And with it a dream.
Night or day.
You come to me.
But alas it's all in my head.
The perfect scenario,
walking down the street with you.
Hand is hand,
checks flushed,
unaware of others around us.
Late at night you steal my thoughts.
Before I fall asleep I'll be thinking of you.
In a perfect dream where you're next to me.
What you look like asleep,
in a dream,
graced by morning rays.
What would you do if you opened your eyes with me at your side?
Endless taunting thoughts,
Seeing you,
meeting you,
being close to you.
Lost in my own world.
I find myself day dreaming of you.
-BM
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Late night poet - A Fantasy Realm
PoetryA Fantasy Realm - Part Five. Our sweet little poet is lost in a daydream, falling down rabbit holes, a clash with fame, the story goes on. - I hope you have been enjoying the "Late night poet" collection.
