Wishful Thinking
To think she would be mine, ahh, to think I will ever look into her eyes, and say what I wish to say, she is so near and too far away, connected by a thin wonder, ever ready to vanish forever, why did I meet her, I was, without her, in my own world, now I am in another world, a new one, one I have never visited, all think are strange here.
Days are passed waiting for night to come. I keep my dreams, away. What happens next, I have no idea, where are we going.
Too many questions, too impolite to ask, too important to ignore, ahh love will kill me first.