That Dream
where we kiss is both
nightmare, surreal reality
which i exist
alcohol and fantasies
kissing in public places
drawing lines across the city
mapping out our own
crave this world
creation of ours, the mind’s eye
but the heart knows
breaks in telling me
that it is and never can be real
Copyright © Emily Harris | Year Posted 2011
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