Sad Love Stories

I have a dream with you.
A dream that meant to be an imagination.
Never to be real. Never to be the same again.
Never to be how hard you've turn to love again.

I have you once in my hand.
In my hand where it's prone to let everything it holds to let go.
It's a pound of tears and sweat just to have you and die.
But every time I see scenes I almost cry.