You fight the war of reality.
If only all were not real.
No space to dream….
Who are we really?
But two destined hearts ready to shatter?
Wholesome but breakable?
I fight the war of a broken heart.
If only all were not real.
I dream of just you and me.
You dream mostly of what it all could mean.
Who are we really?
You and I?
Poking and prying at our bodily flesh which secretes human blood?
Experimenting on what life truly is?
By living it….
A man without a cause has to have one….
No man is an island….
But what are women?
You explore me exploring you.
Your eyes wide with curiosity.
You are perverted.
And yet such a handsome gentleman, but yet….
it is because you cannot get enough of her scent.
But I love you all the same and in my dreams,
I couldn’t love you more.
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