It seems....
Everytime I think I'm Home,
My Sanctuary crumbles to dust.
Everytime I find my Light,
the Darkness steals it away.
Everytime I share my Flesh,
It is slashed by Blades of Indifference.
Does this mean anything
to anyone
but me?
I ache to find a Reality
that exists beyond a Fantasy
I wait to find my Heart
I've forgotten how it feels
to hear
I Love You
I break each night so Silently
In Secrecy
I die a bit each day
that you are away,
my Imaginary ....
The One who will stay until the End,
the One whose words sing Truth,
whose Passions burn and fires Soothe
the chilling emptiness in my
Deepest Depths
Please be real,
I pray to a non-existent god
a fraud forging care
just as men dare
to pretend
.....my Imaginary
Please be True,
I beg of You
And find your way
to me one day
I know you are out there,
Somewhere
Beneath the same Moon,
Gazing upon these same Stars
and bearing kindred Scars
My
Imaginary.
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