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)