Man IN my dreams.

This poem is about a person I knew a long time ago, That keeps popping in and out of my dreams/head, our time together was brief but apparently I cannot shake him.

I miss you. 

But how can I miss someone I didn't even know? I don't know. 

You're in my daydreams...and my night ones.. and I still can't figure out why. 

I mean, I knew your name and I knew you were good at drawing, you made me blush and thought I was pretty. 

But we never had a REAL conversation.

I don't know your favorite color, I don't know if you like onions on your philly cheesesteaks. 

I don't know if you love what you do everyday, or if I have ever crossed your mind. Do you ever wonder how i'm doing? 

Am I ever in your daydreams?...or your night time ones? Do you still think I'm pretty? 

Here I am, still missing you, and I still can't figure out why.

      -Daisy  

Author's Note

Ignore the weird format I wrote this exactly how it looks in my notebook, this is my very first poem I am showing to anyone. Please let me know how you guys like it, or don't like it! Thank you! :)

Reviews

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Great job! I can feel the emotion you are trying convey. The format is interesting but I like it! Hope to see some more.