a dream
in a dream i saw your face
and remembered those good days,
but then when i woke, once more
i had found myself at war
with the depths of my desire.
i do hate being a liar,
but to cast the comfort home,
make myself desperate to roam
these blue streets at night and cry
would shed tears of blood from eyes
which have seen and felt so much.
i would do it all to touch
your heart which i hope you keep
for a love, a love so deep;
that which only i can offer.
how i wish i would not suffer.
©LukaKorba
With love,