A badge of you
The tokened beauty of a smile only shadowed by the forecast of another bespectaled day. I woke up from that dream with a tear in my eye and a picture on you burnt in my mind. This will be another day of finding the things I lost to you.
This charade of truth, this charade of lies, only blinds us from what we really seek, a warm place to lay our heads on a silky patterned thread, but is it just a questionable dream? And I know that I am on your mind but its a truth you will not devulge unless I open the gates first. But these gates they make the tears hurt more, filling the room with a pool of regret and mislead hope fucking my soul.I want to see your mirrored image as you say the things I need to hear but as my hearing fades, so does that dream of you and I. Please hold my hand as I cross this line of realiy and dream bound by the thread of heart, with one kiss pullling me into the oblivian.
I am a daydreamer but the trouble with dreams is that they are only short lived memories. I don’t want you to be another daydream.
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