Dreams For Sale
Just down the street there is a place.
Where dreams just fade without a trace.
You walk right in and think it's free.
Next thing she just won't let you be.
You learn real soon how her game works.
As you keep waiting for the perks.
But she's so good at loves deception.
Leave's you feeling you're the exception.
Just one more trinket, and one more dance.
Don't over think it, you're in a trance.
You've come too far to walk away.
Tomorrow's come, but not today.
It does get dangerous in her snare.
You start to think she just might care.
Cause every time you come back in.
You place your bet and hope you win.
I've played some games of chance in life.
Hoping some day I'd have a wife.
But now the fantasy's not real.
I'm left to wonder how should I feel.
You hope when you sit down to write.
You'll find an answer and some insight.
But sometimes all you get are phrases.
As you're left to wonder through life's mazes.
Copyright © Leslie Albright | Year Posted 2019
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