Broken dream
Thousand nights and thousand days I just wish, that all is great And there she stands, as still as the moon Not withholding any gloom Countless thoughts running by my mind Is she ok? Can she be mine? Sometimes it can be too depressing To visit the past and start progressing I hope I was all that mattered to her But sometimes I hope, I wish I had never met her This pain is unbearable but so familiar Can hope be resurrected, or it is just fear? As time goes by, the moon will slither So will her memories, fade away like glitter - Broken dream (Shelly)