My smiles were becoming less fake.
Laughing was becoming more real.
Pain was fading,
It was getting brighter,
I was finally happy.
I knew this wouldn't last long,
So I enjoyed it while I could.
Everything seemed so pure,
No more depresson or suffering.
Just happiness, joy, love.
Everything was going right,
Heading straight into my dream.
I expected it to happen everyday.
But then...
A wrong turn approached.
I never expected it to end so soon.
My dream crashed into pieces.
My happiness scattered all over again,
Pain replaced it.
I am broken once more.
And now nothing is right.
I realized that dreams crash and fall.
I learned that they are never meant to stay stable.
There's a reason why they call it dreaming...
Your always expected to wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
realized that dreams crash and fall. I learned that they are never meant to stay stable. There's a reason why they call it dreaming... Your always expected to wake up here is a nice definition of love..though cynical but yes..it is nice..10