Lying~(First named Broken Dreams)

In a field of flowers,
Filled with the dreams,
Until one day...
Nothing it what it seems
anymore,
The dreams were hid among the flowers,
The dreams were there to stay,
But, one fateful night,
Someone took the dreams away...
Sadly,
The flowers are dying,
The dreams are dead,
I stopped dreaming,
and his wrists are stained red
however...
When he said he'd be there,
He said he'd dream by my side,
But, he stole away the dreams,
Now I hide,
Because...
The dreams are gone,
The hopes are dead,
He is now gone,
And once again...
The dreams are dead.
By-Anonymos
Note: Mr. Smith said the title had to be lying, but, it can be about anything we want...And I already wrote this...so...yeah. (Yes, this is an original poem! Do not steal it!)