You dream of Him,
day and night you dream,
never the same person,
never the same situation.
You dream of Him,
his smile and eyes,
his hair and hands,
the way he holds you at night.
You dream of Him,
of what he says,
of the sound of his laugh and voice,
of his favorite jokes.
You dream of Him,
the conversations you'd have,
of his hopes and expectations,
of what he could give.
You dream of Him,
and he never disappoints,
always there every time,
to hold and talk.
You dream of Him,
and your heart speeds up,
and you blush at the pretty words he says,
and all the little touches that he gives.
You dream of Him,
and you feel yourself falling,
you feel the way butterflies flutter,
and that feeling that poets describe in all their poems.
You dream of Him,
one night and then the next,
and each time you can feel your heart break ,
and be saved again and again by Him.
Him who you don't know,
Him who you are never able to pinpoint,
who you dream and hope for
but never get to keep.
Sometimes he has blue eyes and blond hair,
sometimes his eyes and hair are brown.
Sometimes he smiles and sings,
and sometimes he only frowns.
You dream of Him,
and you dream,
and you keep dreaming,
but dreams are not real.
And after another wonderful dream,
where you and Him are together and happy,
you will wake up,
and all will disappear.
Because as much as you wish that it was real,
you know in your mind and heart.
With every fiber of your being,
that you are not for Him.
You can dream of Him,
but he will never dream of you,
no one has ever or will ever dream of you.
They will only have nightmares
Because you are not Her,
because the person he dreams of is not you.
Her is beautiful, Her is smart,
Her is his perfect match.
Because you dream of Him, but he dreams of Her.
Because you know to dream of you is a nightmare,
You can dream but you can not have.
And there is no greater nightmare than his laugh.
