Dreaming

to a grey, misty morning i wake up again.
slept smiling all night- was dreaming of him.
doing my hair, burned my finger for the hundredth time.
it's no excuse, but you know, the boy was on my mind.
unattentive in english, dozing off in science.
he's all i can think about. that must be why it's
so hard to concentrate on the notes i should take.
if reality was really better than my dreams,
maybe i'd try harder to stay awake.





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