Our World

My eyes fold back and forth not believing the scents telling me you’re here as I do not have the strength to turn around and see you for myself. Finally my heart begins to beat again. I feel so alive you make me feel alive as if you opened a portal of dreams and hope. If I could not see your sweet face, your silly hair, and those brown eyes would I not exist? I let the space grow dark between us only because I am not yours, and you are not mine. Oh how I wish for light. The leather scent from your jacket reminds me of your thoughts and your dreams. How I too share so many of them. If we were birds would you fly away with me? Then this forbidden fruit would not be so unreachable. I doodle with my pencil pretending to listen but I want to look over my shoulder. I want to hold out my hand and caress yours but alas it is forbidden. I day dream of your sweet lips touching mine your voice whispering in my ear of your affection. I am lost in the way you know things that I too can see, and hear in my heart. Your mind is beautiful but they say it is tainted with ghosts. Let me be your angel, so I can wrap my wings around your soul and let the ghosts disappear along with all of this infatuation. Let me be free of your hauntings. But if I am to speak the truth I would want you to haunt me till my dying day. Walk in the garden with me lay upon the grass and let us dream of a world only we know.