drea

A dream..

I say this a lot

I am too young to love a boy 

Yet here I am loving... a boy

Or at least it feels like love

I get a warm fuzzy feeling

Butterflies in my stomach

I smile at the thought of him

I picture myself laughing

at his jokes, though 

they are not funny

The thought of kissing him 

fills my mind

Cuddling up next to him

Him pulling me close

Falling asleep in his arms

Funny thing... I think have yet to meet 

this boy I've fallen so hard for...

...... maybe he doesn't exist.

Maybe I'm in love with a dream.

Maybe that's why things don't work out for me 

I live in my head

Hoping some boy becomes the boy in my dreams...

 



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