Sometimes it's not a Dream

Preparing for the inevitable break of silence with your voice.
We thought everything was okay until the secrets were leaked.
You never thought I would find out, and you pretended to love behind the walls you built.

So I am running, running away from the kiss of death you are spreading.
You are my distant memory from another life.

Secrets were kept to ourselves along with the love we thought we had for one another.
You were an idea and I left you that way.


Kiss Kiss
--dreamer