Dreams Like Smoke I'm a burnt-out boy with a broken guitar and three wishes to spare. I sleep with them under my pillow and try to dream of happiness. But I know that you'll disappear if I open my eyes. So I told you I thought I loved you but you just looked at me with those eyes and saidDreams Like Smoke5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This isn't a fairytale, lover boy.
We both know I'm too young to recognize the taste of tears.
I wished for fiery passion.
And your lips tasted like ashes.
I wished that you'd see me for who I am.