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By Stephen Date: 2002 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.09.14.49.2003]] |
| She'll invite the next night... Where waiting for her haunt, cuddled so tortured in my thoughts, I'll pray to continue, embellished hard on her arrival, and maybe finally: wish her true. She's only there in my dreams. With taunting dark red hair ethereal to her smile. We embrace and she gives me kisses as pecks. She's forbidden and endless. Living our moments outside riveted train doors. She belongs to peers, but secretly to me. Our hearts warm with good times' mention. She fills my vacant solitude. I miss her when I wake, and for her I wish to sleep. She's only there in my dreams. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen; maybe compiled cold, from old interests' body parts. Or does she spark no imagination of being; quietly in love with another's love. Haunted in fantasy she dwells; an impossible reality this seemingly is. Trying to grasp her image on morning; a translucent ghost I wish to sketch. Nothing from this romance-banshee I may draw; as she wails my inevitable loneliness the next day. |