I dream of you.
I fade off into a trance and get lost in my thoughts of you.
You are with me when I sleep, by my side, there with me always.
Loving me as perfectly as you are.
I feel your breath, your touch, as I sense your heartbeat, taste your love.
So real, so...
because its making it that much harder to get over you. I keep having dreams that you hold me, and tell me you want me, and you make me feel like things are still okay. But you're not really here for me and things are far from okay.
If you were the forest
Your tree I would be
If you were the trellised vine
Your grape I would be
If you were a hummingbird
Your rose I would be
If you were the sun
Your day I would be
If you were the clouds
Your rain I would be
If you were the moon
In these sweet dreams of mine.
I dream of you but
Please stop hunting my dreams,
In these little dreams of mine
There is a smokey image of you in
the doorway watching me as I sleep and dream of you .
If this ts not you .
then who is invading my dreams each and every night
showed up wanting to reconcile - you had left that woman's house and said you weren't going back
That you were no longer in contact
You gave me your phone and unlocked it so I could see the messages...
There were messages to LOTS of girls - all flirty / sexual
but I woke up...
I dream about a life that I share with you.To live with you ,to be with you, to laugh the sorrows away ,to cry when the day is grey.
To rest on your chest and watch the rain at its best,walk on the wet grass with my bare feet holding your hand and enjoying the admiring look...
I dream about you all the time you broke my heart but I still miss u. I remember every detail of you the warmth of your body, your beautiful smile, your kisses. I wish I could stop but I don't know how.
I dream about him almost every night and it kills me because if I didn't, I would be okay and I would be able to get over him and all that stuff. He's awful and he was awful to me but I miss the way we were when we were together.
I keep dreaming of you, it feels so emotional each time but i feel so happy in the dream as its the only time i get to see you. I wish you you woud speak to me again. I wonder if your mum gave you the letter i wrote the other day or did she throw it away? i miss you so much...
Sometime in the middle of the night I am awakened by the sound of my own voice and a dream of you so graphic that I feel flustered...nearly embarrassed- tough feat when you are alone in the dark.
As I catch my breath and slowly play back all the vivid details - the silhoutte...
I don't know when i slept, i don't know y i slept, i wanted to see you so badly but i know if i missed the chance it ll never happen again... and i don't know till when ... i don't know why i slept... but i did... In the morning i felt very sad the very next moment i wake up...
This morning after my shower I sat on my bed, wrapped in my towel, and stared off into space. After a few minutes, my little boy – who likes to sleep in my bed in the morning – asked what I was doing. “Thinking about my dream,” I said. This must have made him remember his...
when I go sleep thinking about you, when I have "those dreams guys have".
In those dreams you're there, lying next to me, and I say: "You know. One of the simple pleasures of life, one I've waited for so long to have. Is to have the person you love be the last you see at night...
You were outside on the deck in the driving rain, huddled under the old umbrella over the picnic table, talking on the phone. You cursed the neighbors across the way that still had power, and were flaunting it by opening and closing their garage door. There was...
I waste my time dreaming of things that will never happen.
Like how I always envisioned myself to be with someone who is “Strong, but Silent”.
I envision him wearing a suit as he fights dragons just to save his “Damsel in Distress”.
I dreamt of how he played “Out of...
Please stop haunting my dreams...at least every other night you're there. Usually you're angry with me, like when we knew each other. You tell me I am stupid and should feel ashamed. You let me know just how many lies I believed. But sometimes...sometimes you're the old you...