walking down, feeling the grass cool my feet, a white dress dragging behind me clutching flowers as if they can calm my nerves feeling the weight of my beauty and happiness as it plays my heart like a drum looking up and seeing my loved ones
and oh
there she is.
the dream ends i wake up again but i wait. i wait for her to step out from my dream and embrace me in her arms i don't know her name yet. i can't see her face yet.
but i'll be waiting, here in my tower.
i'm kind of a romantic, and sometimes homophobia gets me down, so i like to imagine a little fantasy to lift my heart.