Real Life Sleeping Beauty Story

I want to share my poem with people, what do you get from it, do you like it?

Does life write a story or Do you write it?
Have you ever been so involved with a person but you felt like you weren’t good enough?
If life was written how you wanted to be how would it be?
I have dreams every night I cant sleep and it effect my real life.
I never write them down, but it makes me hate life even more when it hits me.
The same setting every time a warm perfect forest in fall time when its bright orange with a lake and a cabin facing the lake.
A white horse is chained up to the tree. I walk through the forest and throw leaves at my lover while we seek each other through the sides of the tree,
grabbing me kissing me romantically. At night we would play by the lake and while she lay in the bed I would stare at her face while moon light shines across it and the beauty of her would make me sleep.
I lay on my belly and drift away into a black abyss.

I like it, it’s very romantic.

Sleeping Beauty Part 1/10