Beaten by reality
Last night I dream of you,I wake with this feeling of Euneirophrenia,
I wipe the beautiful tears of happiness,
From my eyes.
I remeber every touch within this dream,
I felt it as if it was real
But sadly your fingers were that of nothing
Reality slaps me harder than love ever could,
Now thes tears are crimson.
perhaps I'll dream about once more
to only be slapped and beaten by reality.