I’ve crossed paths with you in my dreams before I met you.
I’ve imagined you in my brain.
What I know now isn’t the same as I envisioned.
You’re not the love my mind requested for my heart.
Instead, you’re a reflection of pain.
I wish I didn’t look forward to love in a meadow.
Then I wouldn’t be so disappointed when I got a battlefield.
Flowers aren’t even close to guns.
I was never a fan of guns and roses.
Why can’t I go back to when it was just a dream?
The reality of you me costs too much.
The dream was free.