Ofcourse I still dream about you ..
ofcourse the dream is relatively a nightmare and I’m in panic till I find you
Still your arms and sweet smile reach me
Your aura and voice wraps around me till your all I see completely
Waking up from a dream to realize now I’m back in reality
Where you would never truly love me faced with fatality
If you found me crying
I’m dying to find out
Why in the end it’s only you I dream about
When did the coloring stop around us ?
Moving on is a hard process as I’m bombarded with dreams each night. And how I wake up your the last thing I always see before I open my eyes. Trapped in what feels like an endless surface of doors hallways and rooms. I cry as is all begins to become too much for me and I begin to feel trapped. I make my way to the outside.. the fresh are.. the feeling of freedom. As I continue to walk with streams rolling down my face I look to my left and see your glowing skintone and your eyes meet my face to ask if I’m okay as if nothing ever went wrong. You smile at me and my mind scape lights up and it’s as if things were back how they were in the beginning. Not afraid to touch.. not afraid to show the happiness you pour into me. I hold you, I touch you, your hands, yours arms, your face I embrace you.. as I drag you by your ever loving arms and everything feels perfect.. as I blissfully walk to a never occurring end . I then wake up. As the memories of torment begin to fade and all I can recall is your entrance from stage left and how that bit of bliss is all I have left.