and of deeds and thoughts unspoken
or even imaginary schemes
not even the faintest finest fastest token
is really what it is, it seems
and even if you think i’m joking
you’ll know when you hear my screams
even though SOME of them are broken
they are still MY fucking dreams
i have sent my thoughts into our nights
projected on so many different beams
i can feel the glow from all the lights
dressed in a thousand silver streams
beholden and bedazzled by sights
that have never ever before, been seen
even though some of them hold ALL the frights
they are still MY fucking dreams
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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