Teasing Dreams
He's kissing me. I love the feeling of his lips against mine. I love his arms around my waist, holding me until the sunrise. Even after then.The love radiating off of us is even rivaling that of the heat of a heater. His skin is against mine, making me feel warm. We stop our kisses and stared at each other. All I see is warm brown mocha eyes looking back at me. Then he smiles and kisses me again.
Then I wake up into reality. Reality that I have no one to hold. I have no one to keep my heart from freezing into a block of ice. I have no color eyes whatsoever to look into. I have nothing. No one to smile at me and make me feel happy.
These dreams haunt me every night, filling me with such sweet, false thoughts. And I realize.....
Dreams can be such a Tease.
