Monday, August 17, 2009

It's best it was a dream

Sweet visions..
Made simple by time.
Images I crave, for they are safe.
isten 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.

Excuse the lack of makeup. I did not feel like wearing any today: too hot.

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