I cannot have her,
Though I dream of her soft touch.
Can't, won't, forever.

Her skin, forbidden,
I crave to taste her sweet neck.
No, I can't and won't.

Her innocent kiss,
Our lips meet, my heart melting.
Lips, so far away.

Her body and mine,
Can never be intertwined,
Hers pressed against mine.

Eyes closed, mouth open,
She moans with desire, passion;
Writhing from ******.

Her skin against mine,
Tangled bodies become one,
Yet this is not real.

This life, so unfair,
Desires left unsatisfied.
She'll never be mine.

These dreams we create,
So warm, loving, together,
All things we both need.

These dreams we create,
Not real life where we both live,
Our time here will end.

These dreams we create,
Never letting our eyes meet,
I want to see you.

These dreams we create,
Never allow skin to touch,
I yearn to feel you.

These dreams we create,
Both creating differently,
These dreams are our lies.

These dreams we create,
For your own good, understand:
My dream is over.


This dream I create,
Where I'll remember you too;
The blue girl I knew.

His life, silent lie,
Love, loss, hate, and shame, these known,
Her mind, innocent.

Her life, bright future,
So much to learn, and to feel,
His mind, corrupted.