I don't want to wake up.
Looking at the here and now;
I don't want a close up.
In this dream I feel him somehow;
my mind is loving this vision
but I will awake to make a decision.
For now, I'll dose into rem;
enjoy this lucid imagery of him.
Oh, what a taintless mirage.
Picture perfect memories help camouflage
three years of damage; I swear we were cursed.
Reminiscing on reality so I am not coerced.
I awaken; a piece of me dies.
As I am staring unto his eyes
he says, "I don't want to wake up."