All my dreams I’ve had in a lifetime, Always seem to fade away.
As if bitter death has touched it.
Seems so real for the time.
Then when I wasn’t to touch it.
It then vanishes…
Why are dreams so short, and why do they seem to be the happy sort until they have ended?
Everything I’ve loved I’ve lost but not for a worthy cause, only through my dreams I find happiness like princesses, jokers, kings and queens.
