Dreamer..

she told me
over and over
that "we" its momentary
and she will go away
but i refused to believe

and when I took her hand
she pulled away
with fears
dancing in her eyes
because she'd been used

I couldn't show her
couldn't tell her
couldn't hold her
because her fears
all poured down her face

I watched her
standing in the rain
all alone
screaming at who?
at God?

but she smiled
in her own sad way
and she said plainly
'if there is a God,
he makes mistakes'

I cried for her
but she laughed
and said
that I cried
for all the wrong reasons

Dreamer - thats me
Society often forgives the criminal
but not a Dreamer
still i dream
dream my life away

roops..

Also, watch this space for a poem by Azka..