It's 3:59. I should be in bed. But I wrote instead

He's the blue eyed boy

With curly blond hair

He smiles like a child

And doesn't have a cross to bear

I'm a dark eyed girl

With dark hair to match

I'm always falling apart

Always a wildfire about to catch

I hear his words

And for all the promise they lack

I start to dream of loving

Someone who loves me back

Despite the depth we could never have

His sweetness could be enough

His purity could save me

From sins he's only ever heard of

My hands could bring his art to life

My words could ground his mind

He could save me from darkness

He could teach me to be kind

Maybe I'll marry the blond haired boy

With the blue eyes and child-smile

Maybe I'll be happy with him

Maybe, in a little while