Apr 08


Hello Dreamgirl,
I have a few questions.
Why do you never talk to me,
With your soft pink lips,
That never speak a word.
Why do your eyes shine, 
As though you've been crying, 
And somehow make me want to see you cry,
Because it would be beautiful.
Why did you come now,
When I'm all alone,
With no one.
Oh, now I get it.
Why are you nothing like what I thought my type was?
And yet somehow,
Your perfect.
Like, actual perfection in a mirage.
Your a dreamgirl, but I never dream of you,
Your just always there, right before I go to sleep.