Frozen

It's like I'm here, but invisible.
Clear but opaque.
Consumed yet empty.
It's like I'm liquid and melting,
But strong and sturdy.
Nothing makes sense, but when you hold
my hand. I understand.
Everything is just as it should be.
When I see your face, The world around me is blurry.
But you are in focus. And when you speak those sweet melodious
sounds that you define as words, My heart
skips a beat.
Too bad you are just a dream.
A dream that only happens, everytime I breathe.

--Lisha Michel