Waking Up

This poem is a pretty simple poem, trying to describe what it feels like having your girl being a tad different from what you dream of.

I am always dreaming of 

pretty eyes.

I am always dreaming of

soft, flowing hair.

I am always dreaming of

the way she would always smile.

I am always dreaming of

a hand that fits mine.

Then, Thursday came along.

She gained an image.

I opened my eyes

and I see Hazel eyes 

looking endearingly to me, telling me

things that only my eyes can understand.

I opened my eyes

and I see curly hair 

that smells like 

paradise and perfume and breakfast.

I opened my eyes

and I see a smile

that make my heart 

skip a beat, take a beating 

and ever beat so harder.

I opened my eyes

and I see a hand

that is smaller than mine

but can handle my entire being.

All my faults and imperfections.

There may be differences

between you and my dream girl.

But heck.

You now are the girl of my dreams.

Author's Note

...and then the dream is over. HAHAHA. The sequel to come soon.

Reviews

[Jasmine]

hmmm, if I'm honest, it's clichéd (sorry, you will discover I like to be completely honest when I review - I wish everyone here was honest with me!) BUT, I LOVE that line: "paradise and perfume and breakfast" when your describing the smell of hair. That is pure beautiful poetry right there, especially as you finish off the ethereal feel of paradise with breakfast...excellent! :D that line alone made this poem worth the read.

[Broken Wings]

This is great! Haha you get an A++++ :D