The excruciation of my dreams

In my dreams ur still here with me…
Touching me…
Holding me…
Kissing my frontal lobe..
Healing this place of abode
My eyes are drowning in your sea.
In my dreams, I’m still different to you.
You still see me as a queen to you.

I’m still all the majestic colorful hues.
I’m still your beautiful muse.
In my dreams, I still see us dancing to our own song…
Where our inordinate rhythms could never do no wrong…
When days are short but our nights are long.

Longing ever so desperately to be back in each other arms.
In this same dream, we are one.
We have won.
We triumph through our longs
And managed to understand each others wrongs.

In my dreams, I was completely the person you needed
And you weren’t so damn busy
And I was way more patient.
And we could forever live in our fantasy.
We were each others soon to be’s.
In my dream, you were here presently with me…

Looking at me,
Understanding me,
Loving me,
Holding me.

There’s nothing I want more than this dream to recur daily.
To show me exactly what’s missing in my reality.
I wake and drown in my drool of poverty.
Yearning you even more like I need an increase in salary.
Yet no monetary fund could ever shape your opposition to fallacy.

In my dreams there’s no desire to wake.
Your the reason why I smile and now it’s fake.
I dream of us seeing our beautiful mirrored selfs somewhere in the Michigan lake…
And at that very moment we would finally understand the term for heaven’s sake.

In my dreams, No hand would ever hold mine the way yours do…
Your all I want to be with, I want to proudly say I’m yours.
In my dreams, I’m not hiding behind a camouflage of my broken hearted past…
in my dreams we are so freely each other that we don’t fly, we soar.
Our love treats diseases and finds all its cures.

Laughing and running and chasing each others dreams…
Not knowing what time essentially means…
Thinking about you making my panties cream…
How you make love to me, not able to hold in any of my screams
My God why must I have to wake up from this dream?

Knowing how beautiful it was or what it seemed.
Then the alarm clock goes off and I am waken from what it could of actually been…
low and behold now I know what the word excruciation realistically means.

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