Longing

The longing for a person leads them to enter in your dreams uninvited,

Saying and doing things possible but unexpected.

Talking and laughing at least in dreams,

If not in reality.

The longing of a person leads them to disguise themselves in random people you see everyday.

Everytime someone looking like them passes by you,

Your heart skips a beat and the butterflies flutter desperately,

To see, just a look of you.

Each time then,

You long just to find that one person who looks like them,

Hoping that this time you will be wrong,

And they’ll be there in front of you,

In reality, not just in dreams.

Longing of a person is long, unending sometimes.

FLY, I SAY