I had a dream,
Of a perfect love,
But as we both know,
Dreams often fade,
Shadows remaining,
Remnants of something,
That was meant to last,
Tattered and torn dreams.
Reality is often harsh,
A cold reminder that,
Of course life isn’t meant to be easy.
Remarkably, I still believe,
In fate, in love, in romance,
In hope and a better day.
Yes, things will improve,
The days will go brighter,
And though I am sad,
That we are over,
I can’t help but realise,
That it’s for the best.
We are too different,
You and I.
Though I will admit,
I will always love you,
It just wasn’t meant to be.
This is the end