what you would be

If I were posted in painted pictures would I be real to you, would you beg of me to roam through wet dreams of solitude.
If i could breathe you in, in just one breath I could give you all that I have left.
Moon boys, they never dance
you took one step and called it chance
Tangled in my thighs
my eyes
good byes
You're every thought that carried my dreams, to recreate fantasy in subconscious movie scenes.
You're every crack that made my heart bleed,
your're in every tear you love to breed.
If you were made of pale moon light you'd be real to me, for touch does not prove it be