The Dream

Let me tell you a story,

It ends happy I promise,

Or has it even ended?

I'm not really sure to be honest.

Once upon a time,

I ran across a dream,

I couldn't believe he was real,

He couldn't be what he seemed.

When I talked to him I started to fly,

He had enchanted me with his words,

And in the clouds he gave me a secret,

I swore not to tell even the birds.

After days that felt like hours,

I felt high from this dream-boy,

A smile of moonlight, eyes like the stars,

Being with this angel was a drug of joy.

But he was no angel, that was my mistake,

He was a dream after all,

This didn't help me of course,