06.11.15 dreams

you never stopped 

dreaming in

his 

voice

even whilst

held you

your trembling 

and tears 

faded

to find I 

was

just a 

substitute

consolation prize

hating myself 

for 

dreaming

remembering

I am

jaded 

and 

faded

dreams 

turn

to 

ash

dreamers

turn

cynical

This

was

just

a

dream