You Are My Dream

Watching my friend Luke hold that guitar... but he'll never be mine.

You are my dream
My idea of perfection
A simple fantasy I strive to keep.
You hold my heart
My gaze
Just as you caress that guitar.
You are my irrational thinking
My slight obsession
The reason I no longer shrink into the background.
I stand proud
Of who I am...
Of who you see before you.
I am beside you as a friend
Infatuated
But friend the same.
And if that is all that I can be
Then I act with honor
I'm always at the shows
I lead in the cheers
I stand alone when no one else will.
My fears are non-existant
When you're looking into my eyes.
So play your guitar
Sing your songs
Listen to the cheers
You are my dream.