He is the one who comes to me in my dreams
To hide me away from the world
The one who speaks to me with kind and loving words.
The one that makes me laugh.
In my dream,
His arms are as strong as the ocean waves
And his skin is as warm, and gentle as a blanket
The softness of his skin takes my breath.
A voice that makes my heart skip every other beat.
When he hugs me I feel strange in a way,
It makes me feel safe and weak at the same time.
When I look in to his eyes it makes me feel happy,
And makes my heart race with excitement.
Sadly my heart aces with sorrow,
It tells me to tell him how I feel.
Except I feel too foolish to let him know.
When people ask me how I can like him,
It makes me think they just don't know how it feels for their heart to cry
Everyday for the desire it begs for.
It would be easier to lock my heart up in a box,
With a lock that only he can open.
And wait form him too hear the cries from my heart.
But my heart cannot wait long
So I hope that he will rescue me soon.
I can't wait for him because the world goes by to quickly to miss
He may make my heart race, happy, and make me feel important.
But this is just a dream isn't it?
Some people say that a dream is a wish your heart makes when you sleep.
So maybe, just maybe,
I will wait for him a little while.