I know a girl who is pretty.
She has sky eyes, she has eyes that when you look into them
You don’t know anything about her.
Her body used all its energy to create a pair of eyes that are simply beautiful for beauty’s sake,
They express everything that you could ever want to know,
But they reveal nothing.
To gaze into her eyes is to gaze into the night sky.
You get a sense of being a part of something so grand
But are humbled by your Insignificance.
She has wit
And she has charm.
She has push
And she has pull.
She has everything you want and nothing you need,
But you can’t live without her.
To stand near her is to stand next to passion.
And it’s kind of the worst feeling to not know what to do for her
To make her feel comfortable,
To make her feel like she is the only person you’re thinking about at that moment,
And then she rests her head on your shoulder,
And it’s kind of the best feeling ever.
Her smile illuminating
But reveals the slightest twinge of pain, jealousy and hope.
Her laugh compares to nails on a chalkboard
Except it’s the greatest sound there is,
And it’s the only sound you ever want to hear.
It’s the only sound that rings in your ears as you close your eyes.
You always remember this girl.
She occupies your every thought
She is all your pleasures and all your pains.
She begins where you end.
A fleeting image, a peripheral squatter
She resides in the fringe of your mind, and in the forefront at the same time.
When you think about this girl you think of everything you haven’t done,
And all the things that
Could
Have
Been
But you know all the things that have happened.
A seething sludge of memories oozing in and out of each other
With the sweetest scent ever known.
Hers.
You think of the time you kissed her,
If only.
You think of the time you were everything she wanted
And the times that you couldn’t be what she needed.
You just yearn.
You suffer the worst tortures,
But they are insignificant because you think of her
Jumping for joy because of something you said.
And you remember her sitting next to you.
Not next to you
But with you,
But not with you,
She’s just sitting.
And her face is the moon and her hair has a star in it.
And you think to yourself how did I get so lucky
And you think to yourself how did she get that star in her hair
And why does she have a moon face,
But then she says something,
She says…
Your name
And you forget her moon face and her star hair and you know
She is everything you’ve ever dreamed of and nothing you could ever dream of.
She exists only in your dreams now.
But then again she was always just a dream.
My dream girl,
If only I hadn’t woken up.