The brush of your lips.
By the grasp of reality they were stolen.
For now all of you remains in my dreams,
Never to be seen by anyone else again.
Fear not,
For you do live on in my heart,
Even if you,
My love,
Never knew that you had it from the stat.
You've left me alone,
But my heart travels on.
I'm left to live in the past,
Among the shadows of you and me,
And what we used to be.
How is it,
That the truth crushes us?
Why is it, that the people we love are stolen from us?
When is it,
That we will give up on it all?
Where is it,
That the pain hurts us most?
Who is it,
That hurts us the most?
What is it,
That causes these things to happen?
Fate?
Destiny?
Our own ignorance?
Ignorance to what?
Is it all that we truly know simply,
A dream within a dream,
Of how it could be,
Or could've been?
