You see the man from the window,you
don't know where your heart beats now.
Your heart rushes.Your skin flusters,and
you begin to think he is from your dream.
He gives you a look and your heart
drops fifty feet below.
Frozen,you are,in a world where
only both of you exist.
He looks away into the street
as a person flies past on a bike trip.
You are gone,to see where love does sit.
He thinks you are a dream made up.
He feels your eyes barring into him
revealing his colored soul. He takes
your hand,tells you his name. Then leads
you down the street to laugh and talk
and have a good time at last. He leads
you to your door before your parents are floored.
He kisses you goodnight, promises to call you in a day.
done by christine
