Dear stranger
It's 2 am and I'm walking down the same path I saw you.
Those few still on the streets are passing me weird looks.
I can't blame them thou, can I?
For all, they must have never seen a girl with eyes as dull as death and clothes as shattered as mine.
I'd been painting before all night and now my favorite shirt is ruined but that's nothing compared to the price of being able to catch your glimpse.
I wonder if you ever wander, sleepless on these streets.
They seem so lonely, yet lovely and I can't help but wish that one night we'll walk hand in hand, side by side.
I'm wishing too much these days, but I know not what else to do, for until and unless I can have you, I don't think I'd have anything else to hope for.
I've been hoping, so long for company, and it seems that even thou you remain a shadow, I feel you right beside me.
I know not why I feel this way.
My friend says it's unreal, just a teenage dream but for once, it's a dream I'd like to live.
I'll be dreaming of you quite awake.
