Broken Dreams

Dreams of love and life- so real,
I'd love to tell you how I feel.
But all of this is covered deep,
As I think of you and begin to weap.
You and I were doing great,
So full of love- no grief or hate.

My hand- it shakes now,
as I cry,
You left me lonely,
And I've yet to see why.
I've done no less than what's my best,
-I must stop crying, It's just a test.
It's just a dream,
And when I wake,
I'll be with you,
For the rest of our days.