I remember waking up Monday mornings and thinking “I get to see her once again”
I always used to think to myself “Wow, this girl makes my day”
Well very little did I know?
That she would make my life
I now lay here writing this poem about her
Not sure if it’s a poem at all
Just my feelings in a line per line segment
When I see her my heart beats fast
Pounding and pounding
I feel this weird sensation running down my back
It’s weird but very reassuring
It assures me that what we have its real
That this isn’t all a dream to me
If this is a dream, its not one I would like to wake up to
If I woke up I don’t know where I’d be
In the cold depths of alleys I used to be in
The depression and sadness of being alone everyday
Friends not knowing what else to tell me
They say the right words but I just don’t listen
Losing all hope in the world
But I sleep here dreaming of my perfect reality
Hoping that it’s not a dream
Some things are too good to be true
But maybe that’s what you need to put a little hope in your life again
So in this case if I wake up from this crude reality dream
I will wake up seeing her face everywhere I go
But when I see her in the real reality
The one that’s not a dream
I’ll look at her with the eyes of love and regret
The regret of waking up that Monday morning
Not ever dreaming of her again
But as I walk down these streets in my dream
I realize that I won’t ever wake up
I won’t wake up because I found my love
I found my life
She is my dream
But she’s better than my dreams
She’s a reality.