There is always a worry lingering that one day I will wake up from this dream. If I do will she still be there? Will she still care? How can someone so beautiful love someone so broken? How can she not see what I see? When she realizes that the souls of her feet hold more beauty than my entire being, will she still love me?
Sometimes the dreams are so real it’s scary.
When you touch me I cry
Because I am unworthy of such love
Because I am undeserving of such peace