She's Not Real

She's not real I tried to convince myself as she stepped out of her painting Her silky voice sent shivers down my spine And when she outstretched her hand to touch me Her skin seemed to be made of ice I felt freezing winds blow in the spots she touched But She's Not Real My body was shaking as I looked into her beautiful eyes I couldn't hold eye contact for long though I was terrified Why could I see her moving? Why could I hear her silk voice echoing in my mind? Why could I feel the ice of her skin against mine? But more importantly Why didn't I want her to leave? I could feel her presence Despite knowing no one sat in front of me As I engulfed myself in fear She whispered to me that its okay I don't have to be alone I can let go of the terror that's shaking me And as I looked back into her eyes A sudden calmness took hold of me Maybe she's not real But that doesn't need to scare me If she's only in my mind, Then why should I fear her? Why should I be afraid of this beautiful being before me?