Dreams

Dreams are easilly crushed.

Crushed into a million pieces.

I had a dream of something beutiful and it crumbled away in my hands.

I had a dream of you and you were lost.

I had a dream that I died in your arms and awaken to find you were gone and realized you were my dream.

Everytime I get slightly close to you, it turns out to be a dream.

When I fall asleep again tonight I hope to see you, and hopefully I won't wake up in the morning.