It's a little closer than I've wanted, farther than ever.
It's my vision that's haunted, from this terrible weather.
A nightmare I've taunted, for what seems like forever.
My dreams slowly fade and fade...
You are so cold, a chill runs down my spine.
Too far to hold, when you're not at all mine.
An old note fold, our creative design.
You are nothing, but a promise left broken...
Moth Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-an-old-dream/
