My heart a tool and soul a weapon,
Her glare cutting into my core.
Dreamt of her in the evening light,
Reflecting into her brown and golden eyes.
She turns to me, my legs become shaky.
She looks me up and down, I see her again.
The glare taunts me, as I can see her thoughts.
Love not, but falling for.
Her soul takes my mind, her body takes my thoughts.
How can this be.....
For I'm just nothing.
She begins to speak, as my heart starts to flutter.
I watch in awe of her, her long brown hair moves in the wind.
She says my name.......
As the dream comes to an end.
