The sweetest dreams are filled with lies.
Make believe that the impossible is real.
As long as I'm sleeping I know what I see and feel.
Unable to recall anything recent, my mind makes
connections to a distant past.
I see her and regrets still linger in my subconsciousness.
So I dream that everything I know vanishes,
and leaves me victim to my own imagination.
And so I dream of her and a perfect world.
A world where my regrets never stood a chance.
Where everything I used to hope for became reality.
And so I enjoy the brief moment where these lies
comfort my sorry soul.
Only to be awoken in to the world we all share.
Where regret is something I live with every day.
24.3.11
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