Dreaming

Every night as I dream,
I dream of the past.
I dream of what we had,
and in my dream it lasts.

My dreams are so real,
it feels like I'm awake.
Until I wake up,
and realize it was all fake.

I hate waking up,
and seeing what I see.
I hate waking up,
to face reality.

I see the pictures,
that once were.
I remember the memories,
that are becoming a blur.

I am so happy when I'm sleeping,
because things are perfect (as it may seem).
But I wake up to find,
that it was all a dream.