Wake me from this foolish dream or I'll be ruined,
Wake me before it'll be long gone thing,
Wake me before it would begin,
Tell me it isn't true before it becomes my reality,
The signal I'm seeing green is something I once saw as red,
Save me before I'd find my heart shattered,
I was a sunshine standing strong with a rage that built me,
But now I've become that midnight rain constantly searching for sunshine to shine on me,
But what I'm seeing is the darkest night,
While daylight is all I need,
Save me before I'd find myself falling again,
These sparks flies that roam around my skin,
These things which haunt me from farther away.
The way this heart burns,
The way I pretend to be ok,This isn't me.
Even the wrong attention seems right when It's lonely,
Even we lick the knives when we're hungry.
Wake me from this foolish dream or I'll ruined,
Wake me before it'll be long gone thing,
Wake me before it would begin.
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
