the thought of a fallout
is something I often wear.
should I just forget it
and pretend it was never there?
I'd love to stay,
but my nature is to flee.
do you really love me,
as I believe I do to thee?
be honest when words are spoken,
and with eyes that gleam of gold.
lies are often said by the
ones you wish never told.
if I could count the days
that I dreamed I'd spend with you at night.
it'd take my lifetime and tenfold
to show you that you are my light.
and if these nightmares of fallout,
are what Queen Mab gives to thee.
I guess it's what I'll get ready for
instead of the hopeless dreams often thought by me.