A dream you once were,
A dream of all my realities,
A dream I can no long strive for
In the wake of my manly betayals

Years of love, followed by heartache.
Those are the years that define me.
Those are the years that know–
love’s eternity is you.

Though sorrow may impede my heart,
It is of great love to have known you.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.

Real is not Dreams, Dreams are not Real,
Unless you find the fine line...and erase it

Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.