Tell me my dream was as real
As the skin on my hand.
That when I held your hand,
it wasn’t in la-la land…
I didn’t want to end it,
We were walking down that path,
Oh just us hand in hand.
The sky wasn’t blue, it was a haze
Pink, ending our school day.
The way you looked at me that way,
I wish I didn’t have to let go,
We were almost there,
Where ever we were going…
And your grip was tighter
You moved your body closer.
I hugged you harder…
You were going to speak,
And you said “beep?”

“Goddammit!!!” I said to myself, punching the pillow.

“Fuckin’ Alarm!” I said, throwing it in a rage… I really liked that dream >:(