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Dream
In my sleep, I always had this dream
I dreamt that I ‘m inside someone’s heart and mind
Feeling what he feels, knowing what he thinks.
There’s so no way out, no matter how hard I try
It was locked, protected and secured.
Imprisoned? Yes, I am prison with love.
But not like other prisoners in reality jail, who suffered from pains.
Mine was different; the treatment was like I am the most important person in this world.
The loving hands, the warmth embraces.
I felt like a princess inside, not wanting to go out anymore.

But time comes I woke from dreaming
Reality check, it’s not happening.
I’m free taken for granted-
Absorbing your cold freezing touched.
Painful words and embraces.
I have proofs because every time I’m near
You make me feel I’m miles away.
So how can you say you love me?
When I can’t even see and feel it.
Do I have to dream for it?
It doesn’t even exist!

-QLight