My dreams, my world....

My dreams, my world...
All imaginary, it bursts every second;
I could never describe it in a word
So you could enter in it for a minute...

I can't be mad we do not belong
to the same cloudy, rainy sky,
because you are just who you are,
and I am just weak and need you here,
And I do love you without asking myself "why?"

I do love the way you take me to this place
not yours, not mine, but beautiful and our's,
I do enjoy the laughter and the long, amazing hours,
not yours, not mine, but real and I am happy that are "our's".

Not yours, not mine
This decision to make
just hopping it will be fine
and none of us will have to fake
that time doesn't have to be stopped
to take a rest and feel the love
for which we so much hopped.