DreamGirl
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We don't know each other all that well,
yet I feel connected to you.
Am I talking crazy?
Yes, probably.
We never met in person,
but you deeply affect my life.
On days we talk,
it cheers me up and brightens my day.
When we don't talk,
I miss you and think about you constantly.
Do you think about me?
If so, what are those thoughts?
When I think of you,
I want more.
More than what's already there,
beyond friendship.
Do you see me in that light?
How is it I feel how I do?
I reiterate the fact I don't know you.
I want to tell you how I feel,
but the fear of unrequited love plagues me.
Not wanting to jeopardize friendship,
though wanting to delve into the unknown,
especially with you.
Will it be possible for us
to venture a whim and gain?
Till I know the answer
I'll lie awake at night,
dreaming you're beside me
in this cold empty bed.
But even that, my dear, is impossible,
for you remain a mystery to me.
I ask yet once again,
how is it I feel this way?
All I have to go on is a name,
and the way you portray yourself.
This all sounds crazy,
believe me I know.
Until I confess openly
on how I feel for you,
I'll sit here quietly,
until you unviel the mystery.
~Meg~
yet I feel connected to you.
Am I talking crazy?
Yes, probably.
We never met in person,
but you deeply affect my life.
On days we talk,
it cheers me up and brightens my day.
When we don't talk,
I miss you and think about you constantly.
Do you think about me?
If so, what are those thoughts?
When I think of you,
I want more.
More than what's already there,
beyond friendship.
Do you see me in that light?
How is it I feel how I do?
I reiterate the fact I don't know you.
I want to tell you how I feel,
but the fear of unrequited love plagues me.
Not wanting to jeopardize friendship,
though wanting to delve into the unknown,
especially with you.
Will it be possible for us
to venture a whim and gain?
Till I know the answer
I'll lie awake at night,
dreaming you're beside me
in this cold empty bed.
But even that, my dear, is impossible,
for you remain a mystery to me.
I ask yet once again,
how is it I feel this way?
All I have to go on is a name,
and the way you portray yourself.
This all sounds crazy,
believe me I know.
Until I confess openly
on how I feel for you,
I'll sit here quietly,
until you unviel the mystery.
~Meg~