Wishful Thinker

? ~No name~ He looks deeper into someone’s eyes, to bring out the aligned version of who you are. He thinks and speaks his words from a heart that has struggled finding love. He’s imperfect just like all of us. He’s a poet that see’s no one he could love. He’s strange yet amusing. Looking through the looking glass, bringing something new to become something great. He’s poetic as he speaks of reality. The truth of prince charming comes little by little. As if I’ve known the unknown. For too little is too much. I’ve yet to fight for someone I’ve been longing for. I’m young with an old soul. My body is intact as I dream of this unknown person or thing to come along. He’s known for talking till four a.m in the morning getting lost in conversation. He’s been on my mind for awhile now. As I waste my time drowning in my thoughts of him, I wonder not of if he exist but if he’s left to think of me too. Looking through glass Wishing upon stupid balls of gas that we call stars I fail to even ask if I’m truly in love or just in love with the fact of someone needing me. No one can be without someone to cherish them so much more then there are stars shining in the sky. He may be enchanting. But I am yet to know, I see love as just one dream I’m chasing. Watching as those stars fade away. For someone other then me. Yet I dreamt of someone, though I am just a wishful thinker.