Poetry

For some unkown reason,
she looks up towards the door.
She sees it swing shut
behind a familiar shape.
The beautiful lovely,
she gives a sigh.
She wishes she had the courage
to go after the Shadow Boy.
She had a dream about him the other night.
She dreamt that she had kissed him.
The beautiful lovely,
how she wanted to bring
those dreams to life.
How she really wished
she could kiss the Shadow Boy.