The Broken Dream

When you told me you loved me
I thought that you meant it..
But reliving last night,
I pray that I dreamt it.

I pray that I dreamt
Our long walks, holding hands
Or that we shared our fantasies
Laying out on the sands

And I pray that I dreamt
your hugs and your kiss
My first love, a true passion
Forever I'll miss

Looking back through my tears
I remember a time
When you wrote me a letter
Said your heart now was mine

Remembering now
I should have assumed
But I refuse to accept how
My true love was doomed

'Too serious!' you said
And I guess you were right
Cuz now I wish I were dead
Or that it always was night

No, that's not true
I don't wish I was dead
I wish I'd had a clue
Or that you loved me instead.

I wish I could try
To start over again
But one thing I don't wish;
That it never had been

Remember our first date?
When I took you to prom?
I thought I'd surprised you
Boy was I wrong.

But you let me believe
I'd done something sweet
And gave me a memory
Of a night I can't beat

Maybe if I'd argued less
Been decisive more
Or worried less how you felt
But now that's a closed door

But maybe, just maybe
Nothing could've been done
Was it all a lie?
Did you mean any of it hon?

Doesn't matter now anyway
I know that we're through
But I want you to know
My love will always be true

This ring that I wear,
Symbolizes my love for you
Past, present and future
Neverending, solid and pure.

When you told me you loved me
I hope that you meant it
I'll never forget you; my heart
Keeps your love and can't end it.

Author's Note

The very first time I put pen to paper was after my first relationship ended. Interesting how the heart seeks out self-definition in times of emotional turmoil.
Written April 23, 2004.