Sometimes I feel so worthless,
lost in dreams that are fading,
And often its the best ones,
that leave me so miserable.
Like the one I had last night,
this beautiful girl I don't know,
engaged me by the arm
talking so rapidly warmingly.
She would bury her head,
when I cracked a decent joke,
into the side of one of my ribs
and would always walk with me.
It was a reminder of the one
I could never hope to have,
but hopefully it was a vision
for her sweet-ness the next life.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel so worthless,
lost in dreams that are fading,
And often its the best ones,
that leave me so miserable.
Like the one I had last night,
this beautiful girl I don't know,
engaged me by the arm
talking so rapidly warmingly.
She would bury her head,
when I cracked a decent joke,
into the side of one of my ribs
and would always walk with me.
It was a reminder of the one
I could never hope to have,
but hopefully it was a vision
for her sweet-ness the next life.
RGH
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