</>When we danced,
Or I was in deep despair.
I woke up and realized,
reality is the real nightmare.
You dream about romance,
only to realize, it was a little trance,
and you really have no chance.
You dream of falling to the ground,
and wake up to see all that surrounds,
is dirty, trashy, falling apart.
and it puts a hole in your heart.
You have a dark dream,
and things are scarier,
then they ever seemed,
but in reality, its worse,
nightmares and reality,
ain't at all diverse.
When you think all is real in a dream,
you wake up,
and you hope that it is not what it seems,
and that it's all just another,
different dream.
If only it was
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem