A restless soul for a never to be love
I heard her yell out and the hurrying of her feet; I didn't dare look back, I would have no self-control if I did. I could feel myself falling apart, if I saw her face once more I would have no choice but to run over there and kiss her, hold her, strip her of any defenses she may have and make love to her until noon.
She would plague my dreams that night and I would awake in bliss. Like every night i would go to bed alone and wake the same however the hours between she would be with me, just us, in our own nirvana. The only moment she would be mine would be when I close my eyes, reality would never allow it and neither would the world. My agitated soul would never find peace as I could never stroke her flaming hair or touch that ivory cheek.
I would forever be a man obsessed by the girl in my dreams.