i painstakingly built myself a staircase up to the clouds
in my dreams i could run my fingers through the soft bales of cotten, catch the sunlight before it hit the gound
see its soft glow in my eyes and feel the gentle warmth on my skin.
but she came along with a bulldozer and simply knocked my delicate ladder to the ground
crushed the debris beneath the wheels of that monsterous machine.
and all thats left is dust.
no evidence no trace of all that there was

the only picture is the dream that i have in my heart
but even that she has robbed me off
taken a pin and burst the bubble that exploded in my face with a resounding bang.