I've started dreaming about good things again.
he pulls me onto the dance floor and
tells me how beautiful i am.
he kisses me with such passion again and
reminds me of how hungry i am for something more.
and i step on his toes,
because he's so **** tall and
im a horrible dancer.

she and i talk about these dreams and
we add more stories to it.
we laugh because they're silly but
at the same time,
they're realistic.
they could easily come true
for the both of us.

we just need to get over our fears and
take the next step into our
futures.