Dreams in disguise

Why can you see, where the differences between,

Dreams and memories lie

For a dream is a dream, and a memory must be,

More real than that blissful abyss

When I dream, I dream of love,

As perfection that cannot be replaced

But the memories I have, both of love and of bliss,

Are short lived and all end in deceit

Though memories distort, the facts from the truth,

You remember the best and the worst

But the best in a dream, is by far greater than,

That truth that exists in my head

When I think of times past, and the way that we laughed,

I remember the joy in your eyes

But when I recall the love that we felt,

I feel nothing but hateful remorse

When I dream of you, your milky white skin,

And the feelings I felt come to life

But these feelings are false, and enhanced by the dream,

So they leave me upset and annoyed

So memories may be, a way to recall,

The happy events of your life

Though my warning would be, that memories may be,

No more than just dreams in disguise