In my dream,
I saw myself in your eyes
where cold waves hit your shores.
I saw peace
while lying down on your golden sands.
I saw us
in the warm night, breathing the same sweet air.
When I was awake,
I spent my nights drunk
without a single sip;
just thinking about you
was enough to make me high.
I wanted so much:
to touch your stars in that warm night,
to drown in your cold ocean gaze,
to feel your breath on my face,
to hold your hand tightly
forever.
I was so blind
to see things in front of my sight,
when your smile burns every little piece of mine.
I lied;
lied to that child who is innocent and foolish.
I lied to him every night:
"Someday, she will see the same dream as you."
After a long dream,
the child has opened his eyes;
opened the innocence that held his eyes closed.
I can't stand
how foolish I was,
when I finally see
you have your own dreams—
dreams where i have no place.
I hate to know
I wasn't really there for you;
while your eyes saw me your heart not.
And I looked at her
one last time
with a smile,
as if looking at my executioner.
In sorrow,
knowing that the dream ends,
knowing I can't ever feel your embrace...
What a fool.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
In my dream,
I saw myself in your eyes
where cold waves hit your shores.
I saw peace
while lying down on your golden sands.
I saw us
in the warm night, breathing the same sweet air.
When I was awake,
I spent my nights drunk
without a single sip;
just thinking about you
was enough to make me high.
I wanted so much:
to touch your stars in that warm night,
to drown in your cold ocean gaze,
to feel your breath on my face,
to hold your hand tightly
forever.
I was so blind
to see things in front of my sight,
when your smile burns every little piece of mine.
I lied;
lied to that child who is innocent and foolish.
I lied to him every night:
"Someday, she will see the same dream as you."
After a long dream,
the child has opened his eyes;
opened the innocence that held his eyes closed.
I can't stand
how foolish I was,
when I finally see
you have your own dreams—
dreams where i have no place.
I hate to know
I wasn't really there for you;
while your eyes saw me your heart not.
And I looked at her
one last time
with a smile,
as if looking at my executioner.
In sorrow,
knowing that the dream ends,
knowing I can't ever feel your embrace...
What a fool.
little rushed,this much more in my head
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