Late last night
alone in bed
a most peculiar dream.
Feel the rain
Feel the breeze
Please,
don't let this be another dream.
Alive,
full of hope
a me of recourse.
And I wasn't ugly
no, I wasn't ugly. . .
A normal boy
in love
with his world.
So perfectly in tune
with himself.
. . . a me so unlike me. . .
Love,
and am I truely loved?
Love is magical
and real.
Love is real
oh, so very real.
But no, not for such as I. . .
no, not for such as I. . .
Late last night,
alone in bed,
I dreamt that
somebody loved me.
