I see you often in my dreams.
I cannot be sure of what it means.
I feel your fingertips gently on my skin,
My affection is what I lend.
Your soft green eyes look into mine,
As if you are able to see every thought in my mind.
I want to be something important to you,
But this dream was never meant to be true.
Because the day will come when I am to wake,
My sanity is what is at stake.
You know the power you have over me,
But you insist on it to only be a tease.
Forced to want but never to obtain,
You wage war on my brain.
I see you for what you are,
I write your name in the stars.
You lead me down a lonely road,
Knowing that you will keep me alone.
You rust away my gift,
Knowing I shall keep trying until I am old and sick.
What more could I do,
What else do I have to prove?
What am I truly to you?
