I have dreams:
dreams so real I can touch it.
A dream to be in your arms once more,
to feel your sweet and smooth lips on mine,
to be able to fanticise again.
But those are only dreams:
Your strong hands won't touch the phone.
Your strong hands won't touch a pen.
You won't even keep in touch.
The only thought is so clear to me.
Your love ain't as strong as I thought.