roadkill

Bright blue eyes which shine as to see right through me
fair pale skin, as porcelain with immense beauty
flaming orange hair, alive with a kiss from the sun
and all together in this package; a prince for my eyes
in my eyes he is wonderful, in my eyes he is everything
and I know it is nothing but a dream
one kissed with the fairies lips that would never quite compare in reality
but a dream none the less, as beautiful as it seems
my dream, m y dream of finding someone so fair
with a soul like my own, just searching for a place
not so much as to belong really, but to exist peacefully
with happiness and tears
alive with the hopes of dreams and fears
he understands, yet I feel he hides it mostly
afraid to release himself totally
but who am I to judge?
for I hold back so much just to fit in I suppose
we change ourselves to what is acceptable in terms of not our own
is it the price we pay to not be alone?
questions too much for me to ponder
for my sweet prince, he is just yonder
so close that I can touch him, feel his warm breath upon my neck
yet so far, do I really even have a clue who he is?
in my heart I believe, dream or no fantastical dream
I believe he knows, he understands
I believe in a perfect world we could hold hands
yet this world is far from perfect, so where does that leave us two?
Shall I always want him from afar?
or does he need me too?