I sleep with my eyes open
Hoping that you would come
And as I drift off to dreamland
Right there, you were mine
It was only that time I'd own you
Only the time I'd be yours too
How can someone be so hard to have
When you're only a step or two away from me
And as I look at you sitting there
I could only imagine our hands intertwine
Maybe now or maybe later
You'd look at me like the way I'd look at you
A lot of thoughts clog my mind
As I see you coming near
And as you said something
I didn't flinch but only looked at you
It was then that I read from that kissable lips of yours
'I like you a lot' you said
I snapped back and tried to apprehend
I found myself walking away because I thought I was in dreamland
I didn't turn back in hopes you'd shout out my name
But you didn't, insted you grasped my hands
The way I imagined when mine and yours intertwine
And maybe this really isn't a lie
Again you repeated what you have said
It felt like time stopped and it felt like my heart was dead
I couldn't think through, but my heart revived
Just about the time you said "I like...no...I love you"
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PoetryThis is a compilation of short poems. I have been admiring Lang Leav and her husband, Michael Faudet, since then and it is with great honor if I could share my talents with you like them. I know these works are not as good as theirs, and I am just a...
