I feel lips that aren’t there kissing me tenderly.
Hands that don’t exist touching me gently.
A body that hasn’t transformed, lying under me
…
I see a figure that is a shadow in my mind, staring back at me.
Thoughts filling my head daily of a love that isn’t real, a manifestation of a deep yearn within.
Coming to life in my dreams and only in my dreams does it remain.
I see a life that isn’t mine I’ve lived..
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
I feel lips that aren’t there kissing me tenderly.
Hands that don’t exist touching me gently.
A body that hasn’t transformed, lying under me
…
I see a figure that is a shadow in my mind, staring back at me.
Thoughts filling my head daily of a love that isn’t real, a manifestation of a deep yearn within.
Coming to life in my dreams and only in my dreams does it remain.
I see a life that isn’t mine I’ve lived..
