Lost Dreams

bleak thoughts about lost dreams and love

I went for a walk through a field of dead roses.
A place where lost dreams dwell in darkness of night. 
I went for a walk through the thorns and briers with no shoes, no direction,
Just freezing for the thought of you. 
I went for a walk through a field of stale memories,
Where the brook has dried and dust falls from the sky. 
I went for a walk through the desolate land
Where wolves fear to howl and desperation fills the lungs with every breath. 
I went for a walk through a field of lost dreams,
Freezing for the thought of you.