Maybe he was a dream
Well,
A dream not quite meant to come true
Not for me at least.
But one could possibly fool themselves into thinking
Maybe
Because in his eyes I saw forever
But
Just not with me
Maybe,
On his lips he spoke so ferverently
Words that caressed my sensitive skin
I should have known
Maybe
My body, a betrayer
Bending to every each of his wills.
But I see now,
Maybe
Well,
Maybe he was just a dream
A dream I wish not to awaken
A dream so vivid
I can hardly believe it came but in my childhood
My heart aches the second I wake
Each breath I take,
Bated silently hoping
Maybe
I hear his voice in the wind as it carrasses
His scent in the rain
His face, pictures in the sand
His touch in the water
Mother is livid I almost sank right into his arms
Maybe
His baritone lulls me to sleep each night
A rhythm of forget me nots
Twined and coiled with promises yet not fulfilled
Because
Well,
Maybe.
~•Ephemeral embrace•~ 