a real dream.

the longer time stretches between us
the more it starts to feel
as if you never truly did exist
and our love was never real;
because you are perfect for me -
and with you gone, how can i know
that i had not all this time been dreaming
and only now woken up?;
but there - a message, a phone call -
your silky voice and your loving thoughts
they remind me once more
my dream is real, my dream is you.

Published by Eliza

Writing helps me find myself.

One thought on “a real dream.

  1. dreams his started in the streets,
    smooth but so many nights alone,
    glizzy by the pillow,
    drunk and mad,
    everyone stabbed him in the back,
    forced to fight back,
    smooth got loose,
    all they seen was BOOM…

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