Dreams

What I look forward to every day is sleep. Then I can dream. Dream that all is right with the world, and you were real. In the place everything seems to be right. There is no fear, and no broken hearts. Love was everywhere, and for once I could be me. And this me, the real me was happier than I have ever beeb. Until the time came where I had to wake up, and realize that none of that was real, all of it was a figment of my imagination. But the thing that I hated to realize, was that there was no you.