Font Color=darkvioletfantasies Poem by Jane Meyer

I dream of him in class.
My eyes glaze over
as I conjure up his face.
I reach up a hand to touch it.
That’s when I’m snapped back to reality,
and I hope that no one noticed.

I dream of him at home.
Imagine what he looks like
and stare into his eyes.
Love is written across my face,
then quickly wiped away
when someone turns to me.

I dream of him in my room.
There, I’m sure no one will see.
I fabricate him next to me
and think of the things I’d say.
I imagine a kiss; caressing his face.
Then my hearts breaks, when I realize he’s not there.