Dreams of Love and Literature

Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
 In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
 The ink flows down into a dark puddle
 Just move your hand, write the way into his heart
 But in this world of infinite choices
 What will it take just to find that special day
 What will it take just to find that special day
 Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today
 When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
 When I can't even read my own feelings
 What good are words when a smile says it all
 And if this world won't write me an ending
 What will it take just for me to have it all
 Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me
 Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free
 The ink flows down into a dark puddle
 How can I write love into reality?
 If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
 What do you call love in your reality
 And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
 I'll leave you be