i kissed you last night,
and the night before that,
but only in my dreams.
not lustful or memorable,
you make me want to scream,
"NOTICE ME! NOTICE ME!
how come you do not look?
i've dressed in your favorite lingerie,
oh, please put down your book."
but when i wake in the morning, day just seems so dreary
i can't believe this is it, i'm always ******* weary.