At night, my dreams are wrapped around you.
Silken sheets,
Sweat,
Sweetly sworn promises.
When I wake,
I seek a reasonable existence,
And you are nowhere to be found.
Lover, I know your hiding ways.
Your solitary existence can never include me.
And I know my dancing dreams can make no sense
In your tragic, melancholy world.
Still, I dream this silken, sweaty dream,
Where your lonely tears warm my cheeks,
And my cheekiness tears into your loneliness.
I pray this prayer:
That we will both wake up before it is too late.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
At night, my dreams are wrapped around you.
Silken sheets,
Sweat,
Sweetly sworn promises.
When I wake,
I seek a reasonable existence,
And you are nowhere to be found.
Lover, I know your hiding ways.
Your solitary existence can never include me.
And I know my dancing dreams can make no sense
In your tragic, melancholy world.
Still, I dream this silken, sweaty dream,
Where your lonely tears warm my cheeks,
And my cheekiness tears into your loneliness.
I pray this prayer:
That we will both wake up before it is too late.
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