Decades

Oct 11, 2018 09:56

It's always the same dream,
lovers I no longer love.
Searching under the bed looking
for those lost items that
would have fixed things;
like duct tape or ropes.
Or just join us together
like some terrible Frankenstein's Monster,
rampaging through the village.
"O What is Right?!"

Starry-eyed girl gone blind.
The cataracts of heartbreak and longing.
Take off the blindfold and let me live.
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