Why do you appear in my dreams
when I haven't thought of you in weeks?
To have the dream consume me
tricking my mind to believing you and I were we.
The secret kiss and the ghost of touch
it doesn't make sense to dream of you so much,
Which makes no sense because I know how I feel
so there is no way that this should be so real.
Your face was not the sane
when I sat next to you at the baseball game.
I remember a whisper of wanting more
right when the rival team hit a home run and scored.
I leaned over and kissed your neck
you tilted my head to give a quick peck.
I looked into your eyes and it wasn't you
Alarmed, I wake up dazed and confused.
I walk the rest of the day wondering what it means
because there's no way the dream is what it seems.
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