Dreams

Maybe I had a dream with you, that I had a little queen with you, kissing on yo body and made yo dreams come true, looking in yo eyes I couldn't help but to fein for you, now heavy my heart lay as I sit and wish that I had you until my dying day, dying away just to stay in your presence, holding your hands and smelling your essences, beauty to pure to be skipped, skin to soft not to be missed, heart to big not to be loved, how could this melt away with so much to be done, seeing through the pain left by another, pieces put back together but the hurt in your heart can't be shuttered, nothing worth the gain is easy to have so I look at your broken pieces and ask, "can I have the task of being your last?" Maybe we can move pass the past of being left in the trash and let the love of a new home be our castle with our thrones waiting to be had.
05-09-2017