I fell in love with a dream,
and then I woke up.
I wanted so badly for
the dream to be real,
but it wasn't.
The antonym for
dream is
reality,
and the reality
was
that she could
never love me
like I loved her.
A dream is just an imagery call of desire by the sleeper during day he only dreams of meeting her and enjoys it at night as he screams but don't ever rely on dreams they're like watery Niagara Steam Ah mist they call it as it vociferously does scream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Love and life! ! ! Dreaming along, Into another realm! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.