Absence of Colour

My heart is weak
The shade of the sunset is unique
My mind melts along with my heart
The pain is worse than a dagger that's sharp
Then I think of you...
You and me
Sitting in a tree
Happy as we can be
     .....but it's all a DREAM.
Please help.
My soul will melt.
Please hold my hand, and lift me up into the sky.
Sometimes I just wonder why.
Maybe my dreams will come true,
And I'll stop being so terribly blue.