She slept in the day
It was a curse
She dreamt with the lights on
For the night was hers
Dreaming of him
She tosses & turns
Her heart the embers
And her soul that burns
To dream is to cheat
The real world it seems
Because everything that’s good
Happens in dreams
A winding mirage
Of bittersweet taste
Cravings & memories
Some slow, some in haste
The dreams, her dreams
Were never in waste