Better When I Sleep.

So long I’ve fantasized
having you in my arms.
Reaching out to you,
falling into your charms.

I imagined us together –
in a daydream that’d last forever.
The imaginary love look in your eyes
each time you look into mine.

Then I got to know you,
we spoke and I was enchanted.
T’was a dream come true,
but then something seemed misplaced.

I don’t know if it’s you or me,
but we’re both elements with no chemistry.
Like water and oil,
mixed together in excessive toil.

The dream was, at last, a reality,
but somehow I’m not happy.
You’re better off as a dream, sweetie,
I just don’t think we’re meant to be.



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