Dreaming
It's as simple as her face.if it's happy, it's real, unless she's looking at me.
It's as simple as her words.
If it's serious, she's real, unless she's looking at me.
It's as simple as her hair.
If it's blonde, she's real, unless I'm wrong there too.
It's hard to see
Hard to be
in a world which
could be or switch
back to thee
without a ball or a tee
Confused and wretch,
my mind plays fetch with my desires
I'll never forget those irises
an ethreal blue and a wave of green
those irises, her irises make it my dream
If I see them it's worth it
if I don't then I forfeit
there's no point in winning a game with no prize
especially if it costs you your eyes.
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