This thing of my dreams (comments welcome) :)

Thoughts of deepness, now awakened
Virginity gone, yet still untaken
It moves so fast yet is motionless
It dreams and thinks but cannot cry
It sleeps and there come no dreams
It tells a story but does not speak
It breathes and roams but does not move
It is dishonest about its truth
It tells the truth about its lies
It has no shame yet its head still hangs
It can not breathe but still it sighs
Is very smart but still its dense
This thing of my dreams it makes no sense

 

I don't see where you're going with this.

Also, you say "it dreams and thinks but cannot cry" then in the next line says it doesn't dream.

On a positive note, this would probably sound pretty good if you could work it into a rhyming poem. Good rhythm on it too.