My crime was to love, to let myself believe and fall, not to over think as am used to do doing.
I thought my search had ended, I thought I finally found the missing link.
Funny, because it all screamed wrong, but I ignored it and decided to take a chance.
When we dream we want it to come true, to happen, to become part of us.
I didn’t love you, yes infact I never liked you, but slowly I let myself overlook everything I didn’t like, started to see only the things I wanted to see.
I was wrong, I should not have overlooked, I should not have ignored, I should have listened to my inner voice.
But we need to make mistakes, so we can learn, we need to fall to learn how to stand.
I ask my self.
How about when you dream and your dream comes crashing down.
All the weaving and it turns to illusions.
When you think you’ve got it under control and it all goes down the drain.
When you loose it all, just when you think you’ve got it.
How it slips off you Fingers like sand at the time you think you had a grasp.
Trying to let go of what you really would love to hold on to.
When I closed my eyes all I saw were wonderful dreams which I now wish I never saw, ohh how it aches when what was familiar becomes alien.
The moments becomes distant memories like it never happened.
Once upon a time I saw a dream, perhaps it was real,
I lived it, basked in its glory that was as bright as the moonlight.
I felt the hurt you felt and your happiness I revelled in.
A smile came across as a million messages a touch like a million electrons.
I thought I had it all, at first it was too good to believe but I learnt to see it.
I danced on cloud nine and accepted what I renounced, I basked in what I would have called illusions.
Funny how I can’t describe you, how I try to see what I Liked but I never did, all seemed like I imagined it.
Then I thought I had a fistful of Moonlight but it all turned out to be a fistful of my illusions or a bucketful of free fantasies that turned sour.