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A Summer Night's Dream

Dream:
I love this night,
It's so peaceful and quiet.
The moon is my light.
I can hear the crickets chirping,
and there is a cool breeze,
that gives me a chill.

Reality:
Can you really be trusted?
I can see your heart rusting.
I heard your words before,
but this time its all different.
It sounds a little upsurged.
Why is this happening to me?
I never beat you,
I never raised my hand,
I never yelled out.
How can I believe in your selfish deceit?
Why did you find me?
I can see this in your eyes,
your love for me has died.
But you continue to lie.
my heart understands,
but why must you pour down pain?
You know my name,
and I'll love you anyway.


Dream:
I love this night,
the stars light up the sky,
There's no worries or questions.
I am walking on this cracked sidewalk,
and I am following the flickering street lamps.
I love how I can give her my jacket to keep her warm,
and I didn't even think twice.
I love how we can see the reflection of the moon in the water.

Reality:
I don't know how to love you.
Why are we lost in our shame,
and Why are you digging my grave?
I am crying out, but it's really just pouring rain.
I get so tired that I act like I am sad.
I kneel at the end of my bed, and I pray to God.
What a sick imagination to want someone to care.


Dream:
I love this night,
and I wish it would never end.
I wish I didn't have to close my eyes.
I love how we can talk for hours, and forget about the time.
I love how I can share my soul,
and your the one that is listening.

Reality:
I love this night,
even though I spend it alone.

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