At No Time "Just A Song"

I remember myself waking up
gently in your arms
as this song played
like a soft chirping bird
in the early morning hours
intending to do just that

Soft and gently

Never doubting my desires
of awaking elsewhere, ever.
My genuine guilty pleasure.

Just for you to come out
of your sleepy, cold coma
to shatter the closest glimpse
I've ever seen to date
Of my deepest, warmest dreams
Breaking out of their dream state
Into this
Into our
reality.

THE bittersweet of it all
An act so true to yourself
Unknowingly to the damage
You had brought upon me
The moment I understood
We would never be the same

And all that's left
Is the ghost of that morning
The ghost of what would have been
My life long dream
The ghost of the happiest me
To ever be awake
In this
In our
Reality.