When you
sleep will it be with me?
That's a
question in the song that's stuck in my head;
It's a
question that once toyed with my brain.
She is
dressed in a black elegant dress.
Only once
she's let me see her curls, I mused, always straightened hair.
She's
walking towards the stage.
In my eyes,
she glides magnificently, she's a star.
I'm far
apart, all the way across the ocean of people.
What if she
calls me to her and I can't walk to her side, I fretted in my mind.
She's so
beautiful.
She's
ethereal to my eyes
You taught
me that things don't have to be perfect for it to be perfect, I wrote for her.
From the
distance, she looks at me, she smiles
I have a
goofy grin. I love her smile, tiny smirk, it ignites her eyes.
I want to
go to her.
I need her
to come to me. She's smiling at me, and I think that she will come to me.
I'm all
nerves, I'm all excitement
All I want
to do is to look at her, in her black elegant dress.
I wake up
with the warmth of her embrace,
Like when
she used to hug me tightly
The
sunlight bathes my room completely, it hurts my eyes
It's five
thirty in the morning
I want so
bad to see her,
Only, Ella
would make me wake up so early in the morning willingly
I shook my
head and sighed. I hadn't dreamed of her in a while.
Ella.
Oct 25 2014
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