Figment of my mind,

You're one of a kind.

With your dashing smile,

Wish you were mine.

I admire from afar,

Too afraid to go,

Up and speak a sentence,

Or just a plain "Hello."

I watch you leave the room,

Umbrella in your hand,

As the rain pours down,

The rain I cannot stand.

Walking out in the cold,

I wished that you were near,

An umbrella would be a nice way,

To cover up my fear.

I picture you beside me,

Laughing up a storm,

With your smile that lights up,

And makes me feel so warm.

Yet here I am as I watch you go,

As you venture out into the cold,

Then I realize it's just a thought so,

I left the story quite untold.

© Lightning_Stryker 2016