Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Pretentious Poetry Part 3

Dreams are only lies that our minds believe.
Hopes, wishes and wants continue to deceive.
He said he loved me once, I said he lied.
He said he cared for me once, I stared back and cried.
There are days that are okay, there are nights that are bleak.
Why was my love so strong, yet my heart and mind so weak?
So here I sit, as for another love I dream on to seek.