Shes the girl who talks to her reflection in the broken glass of her mirror,
Hes the boy who carves his songs into the underside of his wrist.
They call her crazy, and they call him a mess.
They couldn't be more wrong.
She dances with the butterflies as he sings with the lightning bugs.
They have only met in their dream worlds.
Led by their winged friends, they meet in a clearing.
The moonlight reflects from her golden hair into his bright green eyes.
Her heart pounds as he steps closer.
He is drawn to her as if by some magnetic force.
No words have to be spoken as they gaze into enlightened eyes.
The second they saw each other,
She was his missing piece,
He was her other half.
If only their dreams could be their reality.