Just for my dreams
There is no chance for us
in stark reality
Trust is the timid pet staying for breakfast
then running away
Desire-the sad, pale clouds of nostalgia
Love is the ghost moon
disappearing by noon.
No us exists by light of day.
We believe in nothing we say
My heart is heavy but doesn't ache
My heart is lonesome, but okay.
You are sweet in fantasy
By noon, I want you dead.
Image Source: Two Blue Fantasy Planets
