Woke up from the dream I was weeping

Woke up from the dream I was weeping, I weep again.
And the girl sleeping aside knew nothing about what I was dreamt, and was sleeping deep and still.
Once I loved a girl, with her dimples she knocked me out, with her sorrowful and watery eyes completed my fragmental soul.
But she, as mysterious and fickle and beautiful as the moon, loves nothing but herself.
I was a man living a damned life, doing nothing, but draw and write.
I was so poor to satisfy what she deserves. I was a fool, for she wants a rich and handsome prince.
So, I decided to be a businessman, prostituted under the neo-light, earning money at the never-sleep night.
Selling my paint and lines and songs and soul in the starless city, I sneaked through the night like a thief or homeless dog.
At the very end, I got cars and girls and friends, but she passed by.
And woke up from the dream, that both of us was still bright and young, and she kissed on my lips , I weep again.

Justin.cmh