i'm not sad, i'm deeply pondering with a frown

i've been waiting
for this dream to come true
i've been staring at this painting
for a long time
the harder the dream, the harder i stare
the more i want to be there
with you, in there
the mystic garden painted by frantic strokes
with happy tears that choke 
but it's been years, and i'm not getting closer
faith dwindles,
my dream is not kindled
with your love
so i'll pack this portrait away
and i'll wake up from this dream
i'll drive away
and i'll never dream
of you again


sweet comments.