I've read too many romances,
too many fairy tales,
dreamed too many silly dreams of love at first sight.
Now my mind is clear, I see it as it is,
all is shown in truth's glaring light.
I'll miss the dream mist veil i wore while going through my days,
I liked my hopes filling my heart and fantasies in my head. They say these things should go away,
when older days we live.
It's better that way they say to see your real life thrive.
But in these dark and dismal times i prefer the lies.
I can dream of what i want but shall never have.
I can keep someday in my heart.