Made simple by time.
Images I crave, for they are safe.
Listen to me: we are young, and you..
Exit, as I wake.
They're cute, the dreams I have.
Just last night, you tried to make me smile (oh, you do not know it, but you did). I shook in fear instead, because I am a fool (that much is apparent!).
I wish I would have smiled, it'd have meant the world. Next time, I will smile.
But let it be in my dreams, for just today I tried to smile and my lips split, blood slowly welling from the fissures.