Dreams

I’ve been writing about you in my sleep
You’ve been running through my mind lately and I’ve been trying to find the words to say.
I could write a million lines but can never find the words to describe how I feel
The walls of my mind are painted with images of what we could be
Although you’re the artist you don’t seem to realize you’re an embodiment of art itself
In a room full of art I still can’t take my eyes of you
Each night I can’t wait to return to the world behind my eyelids
It’s an exhibition and you’re the greatest masterpiece