I would love to describe myself as the ocean in the desert.
But, I'm not.
I am simply just another grain of sand, amongst the millions that go on forever.
I wish that I could tell you that I was the sun shining bright in the sky.
But, I'm not. 
I am just another dimly lit star, in a never ending sea of stars.

I hope to be the face that  stands out from the crowd. 
But, I'm not. 
I will forever fit perfectly into the background.
I want to be your thunder storm.
But,  I'm not.
I am just another lonely, falling rain drop. 

I wish that I could be the person you think of 
when you're falling asleep,
when you wake up first thing in the morning,
when the conversation dies and you feel apart from your friends, 
when you're alone,
when you're sad,
when you're happy, 
when you want someone to tell stories too,
to have breakfast in bed with,
to have lazy weekends with,
to grow old with,
I wish I was yours
But, I'm not.

And, after I say all of this, 
I wish I could say that I believed in love,
But I don't.