Illusions
Slipping in and out of sleep.
I'm not feeling too aware.
But oh I could swear
I felt your lips on my neck
and your hand on my cheek.
A shiver down my spine
Lets me think you may be near
Sleeping by my side
I could swear I hear you breathing
or is this only in my mind?
I can still smell you on my skin
And taste you on my lips
The steam on the windows
is a tell tale sign
I could swear you were real this time
But in between awake and asleep
Still not to aware
But vivid with dreams
My illusions feel so real
I could swear you'd never leave.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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