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You were a dream...



When I woke up

with a broken gasp

and the smoke cleared,

the bitter reality

was so hard to grasp.



To seize a moment

when truth was respected

and honesty was expected,

my hands fail me.



My breathing frail;

the air is stale.  



And the stars fall

on me now,

blanketing me

for colder nights to come

now that painful fights are done.  



Loneliness brings

the most bittersweet peace;

tomorrow sings

of love’s release.



But for now,

I dream of

yesterday’s schemes~

what used to seem real~

today’s screams

and pouring streams.



The future beams

are dim until

the sun melts away

night’s chill

and light peeks

through heart’s windowsill.