Is this a dream?
It must be.
What else could explain
your stunning appearance
sweet words
shy smile.
I must be dreaming.
How else could I explain
the way you treat me,
the things you say to me.
Only in dreams
am I loveable
worthwhile.
Then there's pain.
Someone touches me.
It's you.
The slap in my face
brings me back to reality.
Where I love you
and you can't love me.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
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