my dream as a poem

  i had a dream a night ago,

a dream i fell in love.

in love with a childish poet.

but it was strange,

not like any dream of love i've ever had.

it was in my school cafeteria,

he was new,

and i was alone.

alone and wandering in my mind.

he had messy black hair,

and was as tall as me.

sure i know lots of poets,

in dreams and in reality,

but nobody was like him,

he would recite poems off the bat,

no one would understand any of his majestic words,

but i sure did.

and i sure did love every single word.

i never quite got the name of the dream poet,

never got the shape of his face,

and never understood the rest of the dream.

i just knew he would write poems about me,

and even if it's not reality,

i'll write poems about him.

the mysterious poet with black hair,

childish and sweet,

but all a dream.