Let the illusion be, atleast for a while.
Till it doesn’t matter anymore.
I know its a lie, a charade to play by.
But it gives me hope.
Hope to trudge along.
Hope to survive.
Along the road, a time will come,
to heal my wounds, to moisten my tongue.
When I would look back and laugh
at the silly things I cried.
Tell me then, how wrong I was,
To believe what I believed.
To see what I saw.
For it won’t matter anymore.
penning them down 
Just a small point:
parch (pärch) v. To make extremely dry, especially by exposure to heat
I think you wanted to go for “moisten”, and used the opposite verb by mistake.
Thanks. Fixed it. 🙂
I would not want to fix anything, this is flawless 🙂
Its beautiful..! Felt like walking in someone’s reverie…
Thanks a lot. 🙂
Its well deserved..!