Dreaming Is My Dream Reality

by Misty   Dec 26, 2005


Red Rose held in my hand,
As I sit in an uncharted dream land.
Cool beads of water start to form,
On the petals from the rain storm.
I see him reach and call for me,
And I believe him so foolishly.

But when your hand touches mine...
My eyelids rip open
And I see that it’s only you
Giving me one last hit,
So I can remember my place.

I look to my hand,
And the rose melted into blood.
The rain was only my tears.
And I thought that you were him.

So I put my head down
And try to fall back asleep
And live in my dreams
Because my reality is a nightmare.

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