What is with these dreams?
They beat around my head,
Destroying thoughts it seems,
but without them I'd be dead.
I wait for the feel
That brings me to that awesome place
So perfect I know it's not real,
bringing them out of sleep becomes a race.
When they come, I'm ecstatic.
They always, to my face, bring a smile,
But their depart leaves me in havoc.
For them to come true, I'll wait awhile.
I can't get her out of my head. I just wish it were easier to be with her.
