Too Good to Be True.

I feel up high.
Too close to the sky.
My hearts racing, but I’m not even moving.
Please don’t let me fall, reality.
You always have a way of crushing my dreams.

You and me fit perfectly in my, deepest imagination.
Sometimes the dimensions fold together
Slipping seamlessly into one another
I awake eventually from my slumber
And I, am confused
And I, am broken
And I, am let with nothing
But my false interpretations of your actions.

It’s only a matter of time
Before this happy feeling fades away
So, let me enjoy this evening of ignorant bliss
An evening where, we might even kiss
You always have a way of crushing my dreams, reality.