Craved Connections

Sometimes I catch myself dreaming

Sometimes I catch myself dreaming About things that I shouldn't be.

Like the way his eyes would light

Like the way his eyes would light At my attempts to be sly.

Or the tilt to his smile

Or the tilt to his smile From my shoddy freestyle

Or the tilt to his smile From my shoddy freestyle That frightens the juvenile.

Or the warmth in his voice

Or the warmth in his voice As he explains the wonderful noise

Or the warmth in his voice As he explains the wonderful noise Of music I thoroughly enjoy.

Or the tenderness of his hand

Or the tenderness of his hand As I explain ridiculous plans

Or the tenderness of his hand As I explain ridiculous plans To make this moment span.

Sometimes, I catch myself dreaming

Sometimes, I catch myself dreaming About things that won't be.