I caught you, spying on my dreams,
lurking behind my stardom.
I caught you red-handed, yet you denied...
"I saw nothing", you said with you finger between "writer" and "wings".

You were peering through my filed hopes,
picking each one apart, and catching you,
it makes a difference, you knowing, it changes me.
"Wings?" you scoff, as I try to pull them away.

"Think you'd like to fly, eh?" laughing, you read aloud,
"to have nothing but air surround me,
flying high above the world, my escape..."
I hate when you do that, ridicule and mock me.

I caught you spying on my dreams,
I reached to push you away, you dodged and tripped me,
" What?, won't you share?" and I scream,
"No! These dreams are MINE!" you smile, and rip them into shreds, letting them flutter down around me.

"You're dreams haven't wings." you say as you walk away.
Grasping the scraps at my feet, I smile through the tears,
because these are just the dreams in my head,
and you've no idea of the dreams in my heart.