I love her mind, but not in the slightest did I know her name.
She was the blank face in my dreams.
I always played the guessing games trying to find out how to approach her. Life may be a struggle. Sticks and stones do inflict pain.
But the word rejection tore me apart.
Reminiscing about the past me wondering if I could get past the old me.
Shy, quiet only kept myself. Me, myself and I until one of us gave up on chasing the dream.
So many ladies in the world but so few of my dreams. No matter what I had in my thoughts everything about her had fascinated me.
My minds infatuated. Imagine me seeing her what would I say. Nevermind that its time for bravery.
Excuse me nameless beauty can I please have sometime.
Could you walk on water while you wait for me.
So, I can simply see if your as Godsent as you seem. Hi pardon me I don't mean to be rude. I'm Alex and you would be?
Then right at that moment my questions are answered. My fate stops procastinating as I ask in the near
future would you like to be my wife. Being a very nice dude isn't in.
she looks at me like I'm insane.As she puts me down.
I find out that she didn't know a thing.
The many hours I spent daydreaming about her trying figure
what we could have been.
I don't want to regret this so I stop myself from putting up a fight.
I concede. I call it a night. I'll give it another try tonight.
Searching in the dark like a cop with a flashlight.
Hoping to find the girl of my dreams.
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