It occurred to me we love to sing those songs about how love can be fixed on the ones you care for as opposed to those you lust and dream for. Our hearts a lie, to the dreams in our mind. This world is ours, and this is who we are.
It occurred to me we love to see each others dreams and make believes but once awake I see your face. After all this time, there is no clever line.
Love was saved for the weak and used up for the weekend.