when i wake up from an endless dream
it feels as if my life is not needed,
with what happened in that dream
it felt so real and i succeeded,
clearly my reality isn't this,
my mind created a dream to which it was bliss,
and now i am now sad that it has ended,
because it was all make-belief and it was pretended
maybe a world with just you is the only dream I want to live
because life without you isn't worth dreaming
you are in my imagination,
you are a random face without a name,
only in my imagination,
you do not exist, what else is there to say?
I'll probably never meet you,
I saw you for a second,
I have instantly forgotten your face,
and you will remain in that one place,
where I was asleep
and now when I wake up my life is incomplete
i swear no one will have a clue what this poem is about but basically I dreamed about a random guy and I fell in love with him in my dream but in reality I saw that dude for less than one second and the geezer don't even exist so my mind conjured up a false reality. I'm never going to see that perfect man again. can't even remember what he looks like!
