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I loved you and I was filled with dreams

Dreams so grand they magnified life

And breathed a very breath all its own.



Then you pushed away never to come back

Heart broken, dreams became fantasy

And took up more space than reality.



So I found a man with no dreams

And I married him, settled down

Never to dream again.



Passionless and bone-weary I live,

Though while living I am dead

Having lost the thing that truly mattered.



However I found that when in slumber

I dream of you, and while dreaming I’m alive.

Yes, when dreaming of you I live!



Then eyelids flutter open in morning,

And I realize where I am, a place without love,

A place where dreams die,



A mockery in comparison to what we had,

And could have grown to have,

And I die yet again.