Dear You

Dear You,

You hold my heart and make me want to cry
but from these eyes, my tears are dry.
Being told that you actually exist
but I can't find you in the midst.
My dreams provide that you're there
but your face never comes in clear.
Since I was young, I was told to believe,
but to believe in love is not an idea to conceive.
How can love exist, to be with one forever
when I find myself even a hard endeavor.
Through blind faith, which I fully distrust
I must trip upon you, which is unjust!
Love is nothing but a hateful lie
just to occupy our minds until we die.