Going to cry

She's just a dream

Her heart is aching in way, I really cannot explain.
I can see her eyes, the ocean, in front of my eyes.
She's just like a dream, speaking Lebanese, looking like she's going to cry.
Her house has been destroyed by the rioting chaos, there is no one to weigh on.
Looking like she's going to cry, a dream is in my mind about a small slide.
Life is like a circus, all fun and games but it ends in a blink, a day or a match.
Her life is like a chaos, everyone close is off her nose.
"Does she even care?" They ask her through a hole, a hole her heart carries with a whole lot of care.
Her skin is as pale as snow, her eyes are lifeless and hopelessly.
She's just a girl at the end, she's somebody's dream girl at the end.
But does anyone justify their acts towards her.
Whoever has her, does not care for her.
Whoever does not have her, wants to be her's.
But she's too busy, handling the house on her own.
Her lips speak Lebanese, a language I can't understand.
Her eyes speak to me, saying "help me".
"How can I help a strange girl?" I ask myself.
"With a sword on the right and hope on the left" She answers.
I cannot destory her life, she wants her life to be destroyed.
At the end of the day, she never has been astray.
She wants to be astray and reach the limits she never experienced.
Will she even find peace? In the experience she arrays.
She's a dream, a gleam in her eyes speaks to me.
She's a dream, doesn't she look amazing in the wind.
Her hair moves like an ocean wave, her body moves like an elegant swan.
Will she ever find peace in the outside world, the one she desires?
She's just a dream, my therapist had told me.
"She's in your mind, but you're in her life, destroying her as she desired".
I feel bad for her, but I would die for her.
She's s dream, a nightmare to be fair.