Deceased Dreams
I never believed
That being a dreamer could hurt
But now I see it
Without its perks
When I found myself
Dreaming about you calling
Or us cruising like we used to,
Hearing you say, "I'm sorry,
I never should've hurt you."
Laying on your chest
Just to hear your heart beat,
Knowing that it was specifically reserved for me
Cuddling with you,
And taking in all your features
Hoping and praying
That our daughter will look like you in the future
Dreaming, yes, of course it can hurt
But waking up
Is truly a curse
Knowing that you're calling someone else yours
Your hand on their thigh
As you steer your ride,
Realizing that
My daughter will have another man's eyes
We were never good
I know that now
In fact,
I'm glad we're starting anew
But sometimes
I still enjoy
Dreaming of you