I sit here quietly
and watch the sun set
Thinking of someone
that I’ve never met
does he think of me too
Needless to say I am
thinking of you
Wondering how will we meet
Will you be worth of my every skipped heartbeat
Wanting to see your face
To take you away
to a better place
You feel so right,
Love that be true
I just cant stop
thinking of you
I might regret
Losing my heart to a guy
I’ve not met
Living in a dream
Waiting for someone who might
Only exist in my realm
There is nothing I can do
I cannot help thinking of you
All I can do is believe in you.
“Once Upon A Dream”- Sleeping Beauty.
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream
I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you’ll do
You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream
I know I haven’t met you yet. And I know I know nothing about you but I do know that I will love you with all there is to.
The truth is, I wake up wanting to wake up next to you. I wake up wanting to make you breakfast. I wake up wondering when I would meet the person who will lace dreams within my pillowcase, who will live like sleep within my eager eyes.
I wake up wondering what it would be like to finally hear you introduce yourself. I dreamof the coffee shop we would frequent for months before noticing each other, the dusty bookstore you would take me to on our first date. I envision the ways you would tell me about your goals, your aspirations, always noticing how your pupils dilated whenever you look at me, as if matchsticks ignited every time we locked eyes.
I wake up wondering how you would love; if your heart would speak the same language as mine, if we would learn to accept the differences that lived between us like rivers. It is easy for me to get excited thinking about all of the ways I would quietly prove to you how much I care for you. I know that I would only ever want to give you the world. I know that I would only ever want to inspire your soul.
So I have made the decision to believe in you. To truly, and wildly, believe that you were waking up at 9am on a Sunday morning wondering if I existed, too. I wake up choosing you, wherever you are, however you would come to me, and that is why I did not fall in love with you. I am waiting for you. I hope for you. I am preparing myself to love you, to embrace you, so that when you do introduce yourself to me in that coffee shop, or take me to that bookstore on our first date, I would be ready to love you the way I always dreamed of loving you — I would be ready to love you the way you always deserved to be loved.
Last poem ” I wake up” is not mine but It perfectly words my thoughts and speaks my mind. Last poem is excerpt from Seeds planted in concrete. Please check out her book Seeds Planted In Concrete by Bianca Sparacino here.
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