Perfect fragments I’ve collected
Pieced together day by day
Create in time a pure reflection
Of affection gone astray
Her soul, her mind, her heart sincere
Untouched by human wax
My eyes, my heart as lost companions
Fashion a faulty likeness with no cracks
She may be only perfect in my mind
But that’s the only place she’s still alive…
Asleep, I was with her again…
Again I almost cried
Her eyes sought me out the entire time
To know me and how much I loved her
It was everything that’s ever screamed
Inside of me to be released
How sad it seems that my dreams
Are always better than the real thing
I’ve never felt so worthless
That my sum does not add up
My shame ignites in memories
And shows me all I am is not enough
Awake I am a nightmare
But in my dreams I am a knight
Her heart has opened up to me
And at last I mean something in her life
Why can this only be a fantasy?
Something so simple so hard to believe
How sad it seems that my dreams
Are always better than the real thing
No comments:
Post a Comment