Dreams Are the sweetest Lies

February 24, 2011
I'm here.
But not really.
You're here.
But you're not.
You love me.
But you don't.
We danced.
But that's impossible.
You kissed my cheek.
Ever-so softly.
But you would never do that.
Not really.
You told me sweet lies.
In which I almost believed.
You wished upon me
And happiness.
But you couldn't have.
How could you have?
You hate me.
You don't know me.
I love you...
But that's when I wake up.
It was just a dream.

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