Can I fall asleep with tonight?
Can I cuddle up to your warm arms?
Can I kiss your sweet lips?
I wish I could but my love you're fake!
Your in my mind and your unrealistic!
I fantasize about you and yet your not real!
Your made up of every guy I liked.
When you lie next to me it is my pillow I feel.
When you cuddle me its my blanket so warm.
Your sweet kiss is sadly my pillow as well.
My love if you were real my hearts desires would be fulfilled!
Your here with me!
I can hope and believe.
It doesn't change the fact your not.
I dedicate this poem to you.
How insane may I seem?
A figment of my imagination gets a poem while friend lay in the dust!
I want to hold your hand!
I want to whisper in your ear!
Tell you I love you!
That your a prayer answered!
Your all in my head.
your hand a ghost upon mine.
Your ear nothing more then the air.
A Prayer and words that never were.
I love you so at least.
This pretend being of mine!
My heart explodes in your image.
You sit in front of me.
Yet you never really were or are.
My love you are not alive.
You sit in my mind and keep me occupied.
Maybe one day you'll come to life.
Until such day my love you keep me insane!
An edge of your seat, build-up to burst Love poem, indeed!Awesome storyline, to boot,Hannah! Smooth structural movement, throughout. ~FjR~