I knew
I would
wake up
That it was
too bright,
Too perfect
to be real.
All those
glimmering smiles,
Those sweet
vanilla words
Dripping
off their mouths.
The evenings
were almost manageable,
Just a
thought of seeing those
Colorful,
lovely faces;
Faces which
weren’t meant to be mine.
I had
become light,
Vibrant and
weightless
Reflecting
those colorful faces,
Smiling
with possibility
Singing
with clarity.
But I am
colourless
I was not
meant to touch that light.
A window had
been formed
Keeping me
apart, long before I had hope
Before it
became a dream;
A dream too
real
A dream too
perfect
A dream
that wasn’t mine to have
But of
course
A dream
that inevitably had to
End.
