Dreaming of you,
is my favourite pastime.
In my dreams,
you are perfect.
You look the same,
but you are not.
Instead of the cold hearted bastard I know,
you hold me and say "I love you"
with tears in your eyes
and I,
I say it back with the same desire.
The only difference is I mean it.
Unrequited love is a pain but loneliness is too,
so I'll let you touch me and pretend it's real.
I'll fulfil your fantasy and mine?
Will be swept out of your sight
