A nightmare,
a figment of imagination,
a dream wishing that was true.
It took me a while,
but i finally figured it out,
you where never really there.
But how can I feel your touch?
It doesn't make sense,
you had to be a fantasy I made,
a story I regretted to finish,
and a lover yet to be true.
How come I didn't see it sooner?
How was I so blind to the truth?
I was afraid of my own fears,
and thought up my own weakness,
some thing to protect me from the outside.
My own lie that even I believed,
my own way to stop my fright,
my own one to love,
my own nightmare.
In which I cherished always. . .
a figment of imagination,
a dream wishing that was true.
It took me a while,
but i finally figured it out,
you where never really there.
But how can I feel your touch?
It doesn't make sense,
you had to be a fantasy I made,
a story I regretted to finish,
and a lover yet to be true.
How come I didn't see it sooner?
How was I so blind to the truth?
I was afraid of my own fears,
and thought up my own weakness,
some thing to protect me from the outside.
My own lie that even I believed,
my own way to stop my fright,
my own one to love,
my own nightmare.
In which I cherished always. . .
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