Dreams As Reality.
I implore your good self
would you walk away right now
before we go too far

before your whispers get tangled up in my sheets
before your heartbeat becomes the soundtrack of my dreams
because when you're gone, my bed will feel like a tomb
where I sleep with your ghost
and your eyes will be all I see
like an after image of the sun when I close my eyes

would you leave if I begged you to
would you walk away
and take your heart, your kiss, your smile
would you leave right now
because it's already too late?