How would you feel if I told you that it was you who I dream of
Now and then when I feel most alone, I secretly imagine resting in your arms.
For a while, I feel a fleeting comfort. All too quickly my senses remind me it’s not real.
Could you, for a while hold me tight? We could pretend that everything is alright.
Would you, forgive me for wanting this of you?
For never telling you?
Wonders what it is you dream and dream of. I often wonder what lies in peoples Dreams, for dreams are the underline desires a person longs for.