Walking alone was something that I’d been used to, Little did I know, That I would come across you, And your glow.
You creeped into my mind, I could feel your presence growing, I was becoming blind, My imagination was overflowing.
I craved to feel your breath on my skin, And intertwine our fingers, Seeing you grin, Disappeared everything that once lingered.
I’d never been a schemer, And that might have been just a dream, But I’d always been an excellent dreamer, Not knowing things might not appear as what they seem.