She Was a Dream


She was a dream,
but not just any dream.
She was a fantasy.
One that kept you on your toes.
One that kept you up at night,
praying for it to come true.

She was a dream.
The kind of dream
that made you sleep through,
the buzzing alarm clocks,
the car engines on their morning commute,
the sun rays shining through your window.

She was a dream.
And when you wake from it,
you feel that waking up is this one big nightmare.
You'd beg for five more minutes of being under that trance.
You knew nothing could be so lovely,
because she was too good to be true.
She was a dream.

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