my dream boy.

dream boy

I see him in my dreams
sometimes I can't tell if he's real or not, every time I see him it doesn't seem real.
He seems so happy.
how?
I guess we all fake it till we die.

I remember  seeing him in a dream.
The sky was full of stars both of us sitting in a hill with no worries in the world.
He would laugh and I would smile, he would teach me about the sky, how some stars would explode. I wouldn't pay attention to much, i would only pay attention on his smile. no one would say a thing, the voices would stop.

I remember how his soft voice would calmly say "hey Keith?". "yeah?" I'd say to him. "do you think if people would stars, life would be better?".
..
"I think that would be nice."

then I'd wake up.
him.
who is he.
i can't sleep without thinking about him.

my day
my star.
my dream boy.

I wish of a life where I wake up and hes next to me.
sometimes I can't tell if he's just a dream, just a fantasy, or if I'm just going crazy.
hes my dream boy.
even if he's not real I'm glad I met him.
maybe one day I'll wake up to a reality where I sleep next to him.
i want to be who he thinks about when he lays awake.
i want him to be next to me in a grassy hill with wind blowing.
the sun shining the flowers changing the leaves falling.
we're just two boys in love what can be so wrong.
my dream boy doesn't have to say word to be perfect.
I love him.
As the leaves of the willow tree fall while I play my ukulele for him to hear while he's sitting on my lap.
no thoughts.
no words.
one soul.
under the willow tree we sit with the calm song plays, it's calm.
his eyes closed.
but then the time comes i have to wake up.
i have to wake up to reality.
where I don't hear the calm song, where I hear screams of my parents down stairs, the laughs of the children outside.
these sounds with their unsettling aura.
i hope my dream boy has it better.
i don't know my dream boys name, we see each other through our dreams.
maybe he doesn't exist. And that I feel pity for myself and made myself the perfect person.
but i like to think that my dream boy is real and that he has the same dreams as me, and that one day we'll meet each other, it won't be by choice, it'll be by faith, sometimes dreams are weird but sometimes dreams are mean to be.
dream boy.
i trust my dream boy.
I'll find my dream boy one day it won't be a choice , it won't be a coincidence, it'll be faith.
my dream boy.
we'll sit under that willow tree, I'll play your favorite song, no words, no one there, just us.
me and my dream boy.
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