My eyes closed,
My mind at miles away,
I could only see you,
Feel you,
Dream of you,


That sweet scent of your fragrance,
This one able to stir my mind up,
That caring smile of yours,
This gentle and contagious one,
Those deep eyes of yours,
Those intimidating ones that make me
feel weak,
That caring touch of yours,
Why does
that feel so special when that means
nothing to you


Us,
A creation of mind cope with real life,
With the heartbroken truth.


I will do anything for you,
To make you proud,
I will be good,
When you want me to,
And I will be bad,
If you want me to,


So please, make me your good boy.


© Rose Anderson