good at dreaming the bad dream

good at dreaming the bad dream
by Maverick.214

The first time I saw you,
it had to be in a dream where I walked across the backdrop of an empty horizon,
hoping to find some one who could explain you to me.
The branches of a tree I later found provided shade,
and I lay there by a nameless spot staring into an open sky.
That was yesterday.

If there was something I could say or do,
no matter how silly or seemingly wasteful,
it would be to write a few words about you.
And in those captured paragraphs
I still wouldn't be able to fully telegraph my feelings,
revealing how thankful I am for glancing upon you.
That was a new day before an old ending.

If someone could just let me in to my own feelings,
nothing would make me forget how your smile finished a beautiful poem in my heart,
and only then could I look back
despite all the warnings and signs along the way.
Why'd you have to tell better lies than me?
Why'd you have to share in the poison of a bitter life?
We could've been so much more than familiar strangers.

I'm still there by a nameless spot
but this time around my eyes are closed,
wondering why I'm enjoying the reconstruction of my own destruction.
It's only in the middle of the muddle,
It's only in the eerie state of total recall,
It's only in the good bad dream...
it's only then that I understand you a little bit more.