Black Coffee and Broken Dreams

No more coffee please
It's black like all my broken dreams
Completely useless all this seems
So useless all this feels here without love

Trying to Believe My Writing

I'm still fighting
So hard I'm trying
To believe my own writing
For instance
Now I hate the distance
I hate the boundaries
And my mind is not at ease
But I still have my dreams
Sweeter during the day
Now my dreams are fading away
Changing into tears for the night
For the cold lonely night

Not a Fakebook

My Facebook
Is not a fakebook
With always a happy look

My life is filled with joy and sadness
Wisdom and madness
Sorrow and gladness

What Are Dreams for?

What are dreams for?
Just to be disappointed?
That's how its seems, or
How can disappointment be avoided?