Feeling empty

Why do I feel so empty?

Why do I feel so lost…

So sad…

So incomplete…

So painfully earning..you.

Who are you?

You only exist in my dreams,

In my most intimate thoughts,

My most pressing desires,

You are the perfect silhouette,

Of the perfect boy.

Oh, why won`t you emerge from my imagination?



I`m always searching through a crowd of faces,

Looking for you.

So gullible, little crushes.

They never measure up.



All I ask is to be loved,

To be earned for,

To be known…by you.

All I ask is to see more,

Than the silhouette of my dreams.

Come.