.. gay

But nothing twinkles in my soul when you're not around.Your beautiful green eyes, gone. No longer illuminating.Sleeping peacefully beneath your soft eye lids,You dream your own little night time sky, distant of all stars.This must be why you do not dream. The untouched products summoned from imagination, would not know what to do when compared to your dreamy presence. Your soft, happy laughter, your soft touch and caress. Your loving gaze, and care. If that is so, then I must be awake. Because, you're not here now.You're sleeping. When you're with me, I must be dreaming.How could I be so lucky for you to love me? And when you're not here, I must not be sleeping. Thinking of you, wishing I were dreaming.I wish I were dreaming.