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Nothing here is for real.
They are illusions created
by the needs of people around us.
Dreams don't come true.
They never do.
The love that you thought that was forever true
was but a dream so real.
And when the morning comes, you awaken,
the dream vanishes with the night.
The feelings you had were oh so real
cause deep within, you wanted them to be...
you needed them ... to make the days happy
and the nights less lonely.
But what is real?
A love expressed thru a few typed words
by a faceless being halfway across the world?
And when the morning comes,  you awaken,
the world that you know that is real, sets in,
he said,  "I'm sorry."
you cry your heart away, devastated.
No. Dreams don't come true.
They never do.
Else we'd be asleep forever.
written on 13 June 1998
poem copyright 1999 * Ice Angel * all rights reserved


 
yeah...i know what you'd say... dreams do come true... *lol* this was just one of those depressing days when nothing seems to go right. don't we all have days like that? *s* i accept feedback. e-mail me. *s*
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published: 14 June 1999
music: i'll be there (what an irony huh? *lol*)

"It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not.
(unknown)

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