Only a Dream
Here I stand
outside the gates again
knowing, I only belong inside
the iron, it's rust
the one thing I trust
the spikes, perfumed
picking on my brain
musking a life that is doomed
(I close my eyes and say goodbyes)
Here I stand
outside in the rain again
knowing, I only belong inside
withered and cold
flustered I'm told
a paper moon heart dripping
drenched in despair
gasping for the last breath of air
(I close my eyes and say my goodbyes)
But of course, tis only a dream
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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