You are a ghost, because you don't exist. A imaginary friend. I think of you often, but you'll never be mine. You'll fall for others, and leave me dry. Your perfect, but just not for me.
You are a figment of imagination. You disappear as soon as I wake up. You are just a dream of something I'll never have.
You come with many faces, all that I love, and so do others. You come with many different likes, but are still the same as mine.
You are beautiful each time I see you, even though you look different when I do.
You change, but not the way anyone thinks. You are smart, kind, gentle… But will never be mine.
I am alone, Because you always over look me. I can only hope, one day you will see this and know what it means.
The only words I have left to say, Is that,

I love you.