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Daydreams (Modern expectations)


I'm the girl who dreams of flowers,
but hopes for a text back.

I'm the girl who's face lights up when hearing "maybe", but wishes so dearly that you would run for her through the airport tracks.

I'm the girl who leaves a message so you could hear my voice, but almost never dares to ask you for a call (no pushing), it should be a simple choice.

And when you then later text me, something short, funny, well we are back on the same track.

I'm the girl who would run a mile, just to see the smile on your face,
I'm the girl who hopes that one day you would feel that way

I'm the girl who is used to hear you thinking, "isn't it all one and the same ?"

I'm the girl who's learnt the difference between daydreams and reality,
but really- this cutting it short, it is a shame.
'
I'm the girl who allows herself to hope that one day you'll suddenly cross the threshold to the bar, but I'm also the girl who knows- the trip by underground and foot- it is simply too far.
Expectations have to be lowered, that's all.

I'm the girl who knows what she deserves, but wishes that you would get there first.

I`m the girl who dreams of a campfire and two cups of tea- a simple adventure, or so it would seem.
I`m the girl who knows that she would have to take action- in order for that to happen, and become more than just a dream.

I'm the girl who values effort more then any diamond in the world,
I'm the girl who reads for signs of love in and between your words.

I'm the girl with expectations, dreams- but they no longer reach too far.

I'm the girl who draws a butterfly....
maybe,
hopefully.
Her heart is beating,
That's all.

I`m the girl who thinks- I should cut him some slack,
I`m the girl who hopes that you'll remember to text her back.

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