How would you feel if I told you that it was you who I dream of
Now and then when I feel most alone, I secretly imagine resting in your arms.
For a while, I feel a fleeting comfort. All too quickly my senses remind me it’s not real.
Could you, for a while hold me tight? We could pretend that everything is alright.
Would you, forgive me for wanting this of you?
For never telling you?
~RyeNCode~