a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

dreamy (10:05)

i had a dream about you.
how you held my hand,
and told me you'd never let go.

how you said,
so effortlessly,
that i was your home.
because nobody has ever made you
feel this way before.

but i wish i could say that to you now.
breathing, looking,
not in a dream state.

because i truly believe you are my home,
and something tells me you'll come around
to believing that too.
but this time it'll be for real,

you're my 10:05,
can i be yours?

or will you just continue rubbing salt in the wound,
and acting like you don't see me?