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.


Ida