You have no idea of the thoughts hidden away in my brain.
Thoughts so ripe with possibility that I have dared to vocalize them,
in twilight hours when silence amplifies them.
Thoughts which are incomplete
bursting with uncertainty,
full of longing.
If I told you would you hear me?
I doubt it.
There is no room in your life
for a girl of averages
and no room in mine for silly daydreams
of places that will never be more
than a name on paper, a dot on a map.
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