Oh boy!
I kinda like the way he talks.
The way he looks at me,
Through the mirror,
From the outerworld.
I kinda like the way be smiles at me,
The way he speaks to me,
Through the octaves,
Of our unparalleled world.
I kinda like the chills,
He's giving me,
Everytime I watch him,
From the distance.
I kinda like the thought,
Of having him around,
Probably hugging me,
Or melting me with his imaginary touch.
I kinda like the idea,
Of having him kiss me,
As he whisper to my ear,
Those vows of affection.
But it's time to wake up.
I have to get up.
This is not my reality.
He's not someone I should marry.