There’s something bittersweet about dreams.
Something colourful, something bleak
Want and need blurred together
Reflecting what you truly seek

The sweet rain of deep desires
The transient taste of escapism
The throes of a human heart captured
In one ethereal, dainty prism

Dreams paint your desolate world
In ephemeral shades of red and blue
Yet no poison is as potent
As a dream that is miles from true

Weaver of dreams- vile and crafty-
Weaves a farce of golden streams
And no pain is greater than waking up
Just to find that it was all a dream.
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