Fantasy Thoughts

Sitting here beside a tree,
I think of something true.
I think he is truely the key.
The thoughts of him are still like glue.

I wouldn't call myself obsessed,
Though I still dream about him.
I really think he's kinda impressed,
Though I think his thoughts are dim.

I really want him to like me, too,
Atleast a bit more as a friend.
So I sit here, still, by the yew.
Wishing these fantasy thoughts would end.