All I ever wanted was a place in your dreams
The ones you dreamed night and day
Then, all I got were your nightmares.
How many seasons more in the rain, my love,
Before you wash yourself off my pain.

The world sees a fool in me
But I am happy where I am
Not like you, the bloom
That doesn’t know its colour

Too many times have I wiped your tears,
Only to have my fingers burned by its lies
How many times have I looked at you, my love,
Only to be fooled by your autumn grace

So stop looking back at me
These seasons in the sun won't wait for us
And where you’re going, my love,
You wouldn’t need me there anymore

- ? By Dolphin



I am beginning to wonder whatz the point in writing a poem if I cannot come up with a title for it.Weird situation.