mystery girl

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.
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Posted: Dec 2012

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