Tripped from a fantasy into a dream.
Now a sheer nightmare, or so it does seem.
Streets they were not paved with gold.
The love she shared became so cold.
Stranded on Atlantic beach.
Ripped up by the tide.

She tore to his door.
She sure wanted more.
Needed words to clarify.
Drifting position.
The driving force behind her fear.
Crashed in to the bus of tears.

She knocked his heart.
Entered it.
Back to front,
As inside out,
She turned it.

Knocked on his door and he hid.
That lily-livered man he did.
Was petrified like sodden wood.
Despite the fact his chick was good.
Blind he was he didn't see.
The angel of dreamers.
Standing there.
Licking her lips and teasing his hair.
Well she was me.
He was too scared.
By ladylivvi1

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