She comes to me in a dream, so beautiful, so real. She’s lying next to me, holding me close, gorgeous eyes smiling. Her lips are warm and soft, kissing my neck. She tells me she misses me, she’s glad to be with me. I want her so badly, I miss her too, every-day. I’m happy to be with her, but it doesn’t last. I’m not there, she’s not there, it’s an illusion and I know it. I tell her it’s a dream, and she says it’s not. I tell her I have to wake up, and she says I don’t. I want to believe her, but I can’t. Reality is bleeding through, a reality I don’t want.
I wake up, wishing I hadn’t.No comments
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