Existentialism On Prom Night

-If you get confused easily, I wouldn't read this. x]-

Lets set the scene:
The piano is playing a soft melody in the background.
You whisper sweet words into my ear as the lights slowly fade out,
And we sink into the blankets.
A dream world awaits us.
Your words ring in my ears as I see my whole life laid out right in front of me.
The past is forgotten;
Lost in a dark abyss,
Never to be recovered.
And the future is slowly writing itself.
The sweet melody of the piano now matches your voice.
You sing the harmony to the notes that were never written down.
A song is being composed by wonders unknown.
When we wake up,
We're tangled up in the mysteries of last night,
wrapped around one another;
Never wanting to let go.
There are moments when things have to end.
But for once we wish the world would just revolve around us.
Stairs from reality can wind up into our delicate heaven,
Vulnerable to the unknown.
Just let me wake up in your arms for forever.
Sing me to sleep and pretend that I'm not listening.
Let your words be harmony to the piano's sweet tune.
Sing of worlds beyond this,
Or one that we've created for ourselves.
Make it so your voice is soft and delicate,
Or sing loud and out of key,
Just to see my smile while I sleep.
So many people would kill for what we have.
The comfort of one another is something most people take for granted,
But we're caught up in it.
We're so sick of losing everything in one speck of time,
So we're stuck in the moment.
We cherish every one as it comes.
They're all stock-piled on an old basement shelf,
Wrapped in tissue paper with gold plates underneath them,
Engraved with the specifics.
We've created a dream world,
Which the unknowing will think ceases to exist.
It's our own version of heaven,
Where compositions of secret affairs are taken down with the most caring touch.

People would kill for this...