The Day dream

Just a random poem

My mind is pacing,
my heart is racing
i cant feel the ground below me,
i cant hear the sounds around me
my view is obscured
all i hear is his breathing
all i feel is his lips
all i smell is his scent
all i want is him
my heart is racing
my mind  is pounding
all is forgotten
all is unimportant
he looks into my eyes
he whispers sweet words
the words girls die to hear
if only they were mine
if only they were real
as i wake from the lovely day dream,
my mind begins to unravel
for a dream as just that

i've been staring into space
for almost the whole day
the dream that can't be real
a dream that haunts me now
i walk to the place that is so dear
the place that is filled with more dreams
dreams that once were real
reality is weird
in this little insignificant world
in an young girls tears
no hope seems to be near
no eyes seem to see
what sadness really is
for i hide it all to well
and my heart is left to suffer
no tears are left to cry
no pain is left to feel
why do hearts start racing
at an age so young
why do tears start falling before my heart is done