Old Stuff Collection: Wild-Dreamer In Love

I'm going to keep a collection of writings called "Old Stuff", and it's pretty self-explanatory. It consists of things I have written long ago, specifically in middle school, when I wrote a lot of poetry (some bad, some alright). The first OS I want to share is Wild-Dreamer In Love, because although I don't think it's that great, it's the poem that ultimately defines my way of thinking back in the day. I was emotional, romantic, and dreamy, and I've always been a wild-dreamer, though the love thing comes and goes. My sn was wilddreamer_in_luv for the longest time, until I changed it to wilddreamer_luv_freddie.

Yes, there was somebody on my mind when I wrote it. But that somebody doesn't matter anymore. If I had written it today, it'd be for a certain black gamer that I know. ;)

Wild-Dreamer In Love

His arm beneath my neck
I lean my head on his chest
And look at the sea of stars above
Wishing this moment could last forever

My thoughts and imagination
Are soaked up the dark purple sky
Blending with his
Let loose into the universe

As I listen to the steady rhythm of his beating heart
I smile at the fact that it is he I met
And not some other guy
Because he is my sole reason for living

Slowly and gently, he leans over and in
Cupping my face in his hands
First tracing my features with his fingers
Then embraces me into a slow, passionate kiss

In that instant, all the unsaid words were said
All the passion an emotion revealed
Everything made clear
And meaningful, it it wasn't all before

Yet he didn't just kiss me, his lips told me
A deep dark secret
Hidden amidst his soul
Telling me his whole story in that once embrace

It seemed like a fairy-tale
Though it was the most real thing I felt
But what would I know,

For I am just a wild-dreamer in love.

End note: "B" would be nice....