Dreams
She sits in a cafe
pen in hand
Waiting for the perfect thought
to make into a masterpiece
A boy walks in
perfect in her eyes
She glares
Doesn’t even take a blink
He sees her stare
He walks over to her
Only to ask for a date
With shock in her eyes she said it’s too late
He walks away
Only to come back with something in his hand
Right here, right now my dear he says
As he passes a coffee to thy
She smiles pen in hand
Thinking about what all has happen
She writes the perfect write
With twinkly in her eye
She looks back up to see nothing was there
She looks around
Not the boy in sight
Nothing was there
Everyday she goes to that same cafe
Waiting for the boy
The boy that doesn’t exist
The boy that only existed in her dreams
