When I dream I escape reality.
Asleep forever like a fatality.
I wish this never ended.
When I wake I leave my fantasy.
I knew it had to be,
fake and we just pretended.
I thought it was real,
But I could feel,
it wasn't meant to be.
You weren't the angel sent to me.
Mistaking love for lust.
Without the trust,
I couldn't believe you.
It wasn't love so I had to leave you.
for you
dreams can sometimes be mistken for reality. they are nice while they last.
nice composition.
I see how you feel in this
I see how you feel in this poem.
To fall asleep into that dream, but to wake up with it not, is not only heartbreaking, but disappointing. To mistake dream and reality is what I think would really be terrible.
It's a wonderful poem, and I can't wait to read your other poems.
Thank you. :]
Thank you. :]