Sunday, August 10, 2008
♥ Sunday, August 10, 2008
How can you dream of something so real, to hear his voice and feel his touch, to feel his warmth on your skin, and his breath hot on your ears?
How can you reach out for his hand in your dream and then feel it envelop yours?
How can you ask him something and have him tell you what you need to know?
Why are they sometimes true?
How can dreams feel so real, so perfect, how can they stay in one moment forever, how can they make me feel like the most important girl in the world?
And afterwards, how can all of it go away just because you've gone back to reality?
How can it be so real, so real, when it's not.
Is it me wanting something I don't have, or wanting something I could? Is it a sign to tell me what to do or purely my imagination?
I don't know.
I guess I'm a little late, you're already gone.
And I'm already torn.
