though he makes me smile, and holds me in his arms. Who do you think i dream of? It's not him, even when it should be. I dream of someone else, of someone with eyes so blue, and hands so soft. When i should be thinking of grey eyes and the smell of burnign wood, i'm thinking of cigaretts and messy floors. Memories of the past, and thoughts of the present are running my mind in circles. Pulling my heart in two different directions. Not sure wha to do. One with a heart so pure, holding a hand out to pick me up and put me back together. The other so dark, stepping on the broken shards of my heart and keeping me unsure.