It is a wish come true,
a beautiful thing from a dream.
To be so close, to be in love with you,
and yet, things are not always as they seem.
This entire time together is all a lie,
a mere puppet of the thing called reality.
And so all day I smile, and every night I cry,
and all the while I wonder at the slight possibility,
that you may someday love me as well.
Shall you never hold my hand for more
than show? My heart rose and instantly fell,
remembering why we are here; my heart shall never soar.
In the end of all things, we finally will part
and all I can do is pray for a new start.
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