15 November 2008

My dream is a lie

I painted a picture of you. Your soul was red and your mind was blue.
This dream I had made a slave of my passion.
Reality was always too far away and sudden I faced the truth of my dream.
My love had only been a picture.
I suppose I needed it to believe.
Didn't want to see that you had never been close to me.
Reality held it's breath too long.
It's disgusting what dreams can do to you.


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