Fading Fantasies
Sweet fantasies I harbored of you and me.
Once were clear, crisp, vibrant sensory
visions. Now, are nothing more
like they were before.
Although you
swore,
we both knew,
you’re not looking for
someone to always adore.
Edges take on a haze mentally.
Sweet fantasies I harbored of you and me.
Copyright © Darkland Poetry | Year Posted 2015
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