This kind of dream, and all it's filled with is screaming of love and hate.
Tell me you love me, like there's no other.
Tell me you need me, like you've needed no other.
So tired of being second best to a fictional idea of perfection.
If you know where to find perfect by all means go and grab it.
"Whatever makes you happy" a terrible sound.
Like nails on a chalk board.
Like April rain on a lovely July night.
Love me and don't wish for fall.
If you're going to dream, dream for nothing at all.
At least then, your heart can remain full.

The sun leaks in past the curtains it's warmth spilling all over our blanket covered skin. Our limbs are intertwined and the gentle silence of our contentment sighs    
a solitary sound of our breath brushing past eachother's skin.    
'lids flutter and through dark eyelashes deep blue oceans peer into my soul, seeing only me as I see you.      
A smile peaks out from behind your soft rose colored lips, bringing me a new kind of internal warmth.    
Your mouth floats across the pillow landing ever so softly on the tip of my nose as I breathe into you.  
Inhaling deeply, my lungs fill with the sweet air of a soul so divine.
Fingers dance effortlessly across smooth, creamy, flesh as an absence ever present drifts slowly into the abyss and out of memory.    
At that moment we are two bodies melting into one inseparable mass of love and devotion and we are whole.  
A perfectly sculpted chest rises and falls in sync with my own .  
Your soothing lips press against mine as we drift into a peaceful slumber.
This is bliss.
This is happiness.
You are sunshine
And I am yours for eternity.