Thoughts Of Something Real Poem by Richard Goolsby

When I woke this morning, Thought of you are what I found, Holding you tight and close, And feet to never touch the ground.

Wanting to let you in, The place I keep locked tight, Its been empty so long, But thinkin you just might,

Have the key to open, The place that many have tried, They have all proven fake, To be shut out and denied.

There is just something about you, That I just can't seem to resist, Could you be what I been looking for, That I thought could never exist?