Oh how do I wish I could meet him
the love my life
we would be great
but yet again here is the issue
he's not of my kind you see
I witness him through a filter
and he doesn't recognize me at all
his eyes cut through mine
as if by magic
his hairs curl in just the right way
becoming similar to waves
under the sea
his voice can crumble me to the ground within a second
he has his flaws yes
and I do mine
but we can be as flawless
as a porcelain doll
put together like a pair
our worlds do not cross
each other's paths are
anything but close
we have yet to meet one another
in the best future
hopefully we will.