Her portrayal in my dreams tugs at my heart strings, Playing me like Pinocchio even as my alarm rings. Looking to my left I swear I see her figure in my blinds, Only to be disappointed by the sight of various traffic signs. Now I sit at my bedside trying to make the sense, Out of this situation even as I seem unable to see past the fence. With a shrug all I can do is fall back to sleep, Even just to catch a glance of her even as my eyes weep.