Heart's song
Look at me there so much that you just don't see,
Every day I play a part someone not me.
But you walk on by,
And I soon start to cry.

A dream is all you are,
Yet somebody so far,
I die inside each time I think of you.
My imagination makes you so true.

Blue eyes like the summer's sky,
And green blue like the ocean too.
Hair like a raven's wing,
So kind and strong and tall,
How could I not fall,
In love with you?

Is it fair I ask my self,
Can it be really true?
Or are you just a dream I've made,
Did I just make you?

A brunette looks out her window as a tear splashes the paper in her hand. "A dream" she says, "I'm crying over a stupid dream. Who'd have thought?" she crumples the paper and tosses it out her window. Crawls into bed and falls asleep.
Down in the streets the paper hits a young man walking. He reads it, and wonders how the poet could describe him so well. Oh well. I'll just put this in that book of mine. He thinks.