Sweetest Dream

You're still the best I've laid my eyes on, you're still the sweetest dream I've had. I still recall the vivid smile you shone at me - a beam among the darkness of a winter night. A gleaming light which hinted that I got a chance to make it so that I could call you "baby". A chance I had, a chance I've wasted and then another, wasted, too. I'd hate to seem like I'm making up excuses but it's the constant sense of shame that I was born with that holds me back from spitting out the words that I've been dying to mumble to your face. I look for comfort in "it wasn't meant to be", I look inside my head and find you hiding. You're still the best I've laid my eyes on, you're still the sweetest dream I've had.