An Elegy for the Unwoken

They say I live inside a dream,

like wishing’s not what girls should do.

Like love is just some silly thing

you’re meant to grow right through.

They say I’m lost inside a dream.

like it’s a sin to sleep so sweetly.

But if love like this is only mist,

then let me drift with it effetely.

Dreams float away by morning light 

the moment our eyes open.

They leave behind only memories

and words that were never spoken.

I wake to sheets that don’t remember

That heavy price I pay 

They don’t see all the colors fade

as night gives you away.

Dreams are cruel like that

eternal in feeling,

but fleeting in truth.

They say that hope like mine

is just the age-old curse of youth.

Dreams die soft deaths in the monstrous arms of morning,

and no one mourns them like lover girls like me.

The hopeful, hopeless romantics,

who still believe in what could be.

We write our names in window frost,

and talk to empty air.

We fall in love with ghosts and songs,

with boys who weren’t quite there.

We’re made of sighs and lullabies,

of stories that were never true.

We chase a love we’ll never find

We are the lucky few.

The starry-eyed who dance barefoot on the ruins of hope,

who write love letters we’ll never send,

because if love is make-believe,

then that’s the only sane way to cope.

If love only exists in my dreams

Let me rot in the sweetest lies.

Let me drown in my delusion. 

Let me blot my tear-stung eyes.

Please don’t pull me from the pillow.

Don’t wake me to break me.

Let me stay the girl who never grew out of it.

Let me be a fool to my naivety.