Coffee driven, stricken by the need of escape.
That rush, the essence of excitement. the hard relief.
But there is no escape.
No escaping reality.

Sometimes I just want to wake up from this dystopia
Jump up from this wonderful nightmare.
I need someone to come in and see me in distress,
I need that nudge back into reality.

Wake me up!
It’s too overpowering
I tightly close my eyes and hope I see the light back into the real world.
I don’t want to see this fantasy anymore...

I can’t finish this... the dilemma

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It is easy to love a poet
Give her that smile that she'll never forget
Just send her  a word or a line
And everyday will be just so fine

Show her your photo, good or not
Anyway she loves you a lot
Everything from you is for keeps
Like sweetness of your kiss on her tender lips

Touch her softly, that she never expects
Kiss her forehead as sign of respect
She feels wonderful when you are around
A simple hello is a lovely sound

Give her a time to tell her stories
Make her feel that she's really missed
She just deserves a hug and a smile
After being away for a while

Let her lean on your chest and shoulders
Let her feel that you are all hers
When she waits for a shooting star to fall
You know what's her wish afterall

She always sits on your lap,  doesn't she?
Like a baby girl she ought to be
When she press your nose, fell proud
She only wants you to laugh so loud

Hold her waist and carry her
Swing your bodies into the air
When she tickles and teases you endlessly
She do it with love for your eyes to see

Oh,  it is easy to love a poet
A kind of love you will never forget
Her heart is pure,  tender and mild
Yet she loves so much, carefree and wild...

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