I'm sold

Dreams came as if like premonitions of a life to come or maybe as a teasing preview of what another life could've been. Either way, I woke to the sound of your face, to the colors of your voice. Morning took me, shook me, woke me. And there it was, your letter, you message for that day, your constant thought over me, or so like to think. Just as the morning stole my dreams, your words woke me up again. How I wish I could see you more like you are in my dreams, 'cause you own them already but i wished i own yours. Maybe I bought them already. I don't know but I'm sold. To you girl I'm sold.