Dreams Of The Unloved Poem by Last Wish

Only given toys and games a life so material
No one notices you feeling so ethereal
So jealous of storybooks, Disney’s fails
Because that love only happens in fairytales
A sorrowful drama worthy of only the darkest author
A machine with a metal heart so poorly soldered
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
That metal heart begins to rust
A different mindset from others places you apart
Your wonderland crumbles away before it had a chance to start
Everyone knows what they think to be reality
So imagination is seen as insanity
Broken hearts are just a minor casualty
Only in our dreams can we live our fantasy
And fantasy is all it will ever be
Because fate decided that love is not our destiny