Deceased Dreams

I never believed 

That being a dreamer could hurt 

But now I see it

Without its perks 

When I found myself 

Dreaming about you calling

Or us cruising like we used to,

Hearing you say, "I'm sorry,

I never should've hurt you."

Laying on your chest

Just to hear your heart beat,

Knowing that it was specifically reserved for me

Cuddling with you,

And taking in all your features 

Hoping and praying

That our daughter will look like you in the future 

Dreaming, yes, of course it can hurt

But waking up

Is truly a curse 

Knowing that you're calling someone else yours

Your hand on their thigh 

As you steer your ride,

Realizing that

My daughter will have another man's eyes

We were never good

I know that now

In fact,

I'm glad we're starting anew

But sometimes

I still enjoy

Dreaming of you