I am a Matryoshka doll.
I carry many different versions
of myself around,
each making appearances
now and then.
I don’t even realize when I transform
until I begin to avoid things
to protect whichever stage I’m in.
Right now I am big, good at deflecting and
putting on a smile with
my mascara.
The small one that’s weaker;
scared
is
deep inside.
Safe.

From the moment I saw you.
You were a visionary dream I wanted.
From your head to your toes.

You got appealing charm to keep a living man warm.
And a dead man in death not aware of a visionary dream walking upon this earth.

Some will call you an angel.
Some will call you one physical looking beauty.
And when you move around?
Many will quickly notice you.

Cause that what visionary dreams mainly do.
Keep fantasies alive of being with you.
Even if those dreams will never come true.

it would be so
easy
if we were numbers and
figures
but how boring would it be
if we could calculate
each other