at one point in time you were a reality that i could only dream of.
you helped me sleep so that i could dream.
and the dream of you became a reality.
but ever so often thosedreams turned to nightmares.
i tried and tried to dream those sweet dreams again.
but each one like the last, became nightmares in the end.
so i tried not sleeping at all,
which meant giving up on all of my dreams.
but the thought of getting away fromthose unthinkable night terors
kept my spirits up.
(it killed me inside)
but soon enough i started to day dream.
(this in turn would end me)
because those day dreams became a living nightmare.
nothing worked against them.
in the end it killed me almost literally.
i thought my life was over for sure.
until one fatefull day,
i was crying my eyes out,
oh how i wished i could go back in time and make it so i never had that dream....
then someone asked me "what if?"
what would happen if i actually did that?
i would be depriving myself of the sweetest dream of them all
(LOVE)
the very dream that keeps me alive.
so i guess it is better to have loved and lost than to have never known true love at all.
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