I never know how you feel.
But your existence
most of it is just a dream
a fleeting moment that
suddenly disappears
into the puffy clouds.
Yet, for now
all I have is a dream
a desire to be
an inch closer to you.
I found no other way
to penetrate your cold heart.
Maybe through this deceitful dream
my wounds could finally heal.
Jobiranyc 8-22-2021
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 11:52 AM UTC
I never know how you feel.
But your existence
most of it is just a dream
a fleeting moment that
suddenly disappears
into the puffy clouds.
Yet, for now
all I have is a dream
a desire to be
an inch closer to you.
I found no other way
to penetrate your cold heart.
Maybe through this deceitful dream
my wounds could finally heal.
Jobiranyc 8-22-2021
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