You still haunt my dreams,
I keep feeling
that sweet tingle
at my lips
when thinking about
you dreams
you're here
kissing away the tears.
I feel your soft touch
it all seems so real,
so real it scares me...
Your lips
that touch
those words so
simply said,
but easily broken.
why were they
said at all,
said in the first place
when false.
I can still feel it all,
and that's not right,
you don't care,
so why should I.
My dreams
are just dreams,
they aren't real.
But the tears
that soak my pillow
while I sleep
Those are real
And you aren't
Anymore...
