Forsaken Dreams
Please leave me before I bleed onto you, for you have caused no harm
I’m in the wrong for being a promiscuous angel in my room at night,
longing to wrap her arms around and make love to a particular stranger who has captured my heart like a animal being hunted on the television screen.
To almost have a taste of bliss is to be out of sight
Out of body
Out of reach
Out of reality
It’s almost like a working dream in progress waiting for the corks to be turned and screwed for the game inventor’s pleasure.
And more so like the floating clouds in the sky that day,
The corks flew away from me,
Except they were my forsaken dreams.
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