Sigmund Freud
I had a dream last night
I slept fitfully and tossed and turned and was to rip at the sheets
You were caught and you were burned
You tried to escape, to flee the building
eventually you did, but your skin turned red and blistered and MY skin crawled.
You got out alright though. You were safe.
But you had scars.
Two deep red scars
separating your cheeks
in the banks that tears would fall.
I was scared.
I saw your face and no longer desired you.
Was I truly that shallow?
Did I truly stop at the skin deep? At those lines crawling down your face?
But I saw you, and when I did, I ran to you
and I placed my hands upon your face and traced those lines down.
I don't know what I expected
Maybe for you to cry and everything to be better again.
They didn't, but it didn't matter.
You were safe and I loved you.
Photos lie and frighten.
"Love, my dear. Love while you're alive."
I woke up and thought,
What would Freud think.
I slept fitfully and tossed and turned and was to rip at the sheets
You were caught and you were burned
You tried to escape, to flee the building
eventually you did, but your skin turned red and blistered and MY skin crawled.
You got out alright though. You were safe.
But you had scars.
Two deep red scars
separating your cheeks
in the banks that tears would fall.
I was scared.
I saw your face and no longer desired you.
Was I truly that shallow?
Did I truly stop at the skin deep? At those lines crawling down your face?
But I saw you, and when I did, I ran to you
and I placed my hands upon your face and traced those lines down.
I don't know what I expected
Maybe for you to cry and everything to be better again.
They didn't, but it didn't matter.
You were safe and I loved you.
Photos lie and frighten.
"Love, my dear. Love while you're alive."
I woke up and thought,
What would Freud think.