The dreams I keep having never will end.
I want to say they are blissful but torture is their friend.
My dreams are hours and thriving on detail.
A glimpse of what I want, but when I wake they fail.
Love so pure and a touch so sweet.
These are the dreams I will never meet.
It seems so real and is so true,
Yet I rise each morning anew.
I hate every minute of being awake,
Because the dreams are so perfect for my soul's sake.
I wish I could dream and never arise,
But these dream aren't real, only head lies.
So what do I do each night you ask?
I close my eyes, in the dreams I bask.
