Scars from dreams?

Strange as they may seem
The star, the sky, the moon,
If they all were in your dream,
Would they still be the same?
We are turning the same page,
Over and over again.
Will you understand when I say,
That when nothing remains,
I will stay.
Will you understand, my love,
That all that we prepared for,
The sky, the moon,
The dream of the star,
Can be broken and shattered,
Spat upon, ruthlessly battered,
By you and me,
And not leave a scar.
Will you understand,
That love will have,
Nothing to do with it?
Will you still sit,
Prettily by my side,
And listen to the story,
Of how we longed to hide,
In a safe nest, a bed,
But instead, bled to death?

WIP. I never come back. I think I should stop saying that its a WIP.