Sep 19, 2006 01:15
on nights when i'm alone
i often dream of you
and your's
and how you must look
holding your wife
and children
by the hand
do you look the way
you do
when you're holding me?
or are you new
and different
when it's me you hold
i fear you are same
with the both
me, your fantasy
her, your reality
tell me if it's true
for it could decipher my whole
being
upon which i stand
with you
and i believe that
within that moment of truth
i could shatter this affiar
or possibly
remain unmoved
still
as always,
your fantasy.