Dream of the rhythm of his heart under my ear
Beating in a slow smoothing dance
Feel the warmth of his arms
only to wake and see no one there
A new crushing blow every morning
Wishing and hoping it would end
Also praying he'll be there as I close my eyes
These thoughts put up a fight
Everyday and every night, they intrude my mind
Dream one day he will walk by,
give me a hug and everything will be alright
But thats dreams, fantasies and lost thoughts
Not every story has a happy ending to the twisted plot.
