What do you imagine,
When you’re on your own,
needing a distraction,
seeking the unknown?
I'll tell you what I see,
keep it just with you,
Dreams in obscurity,
Of us draped in blue.
In the starry night sky,
Two of us soaring,
In love and so high,
We were exploring.
So close yet so far away,
immersed in fantasy,
just friends where we lay,
Pain like ecstasy.
Silvery stars sparkle,
not as bright as you,
feelings had me startled,
lashes wet with dew.
When you hold my hand,
God, I feel alive,
but never understand,
the love that will thrive.
Just a fool to pretend,
She sees me as I am,
or more than a girl friend
just a sorry sham.
Can you breathe up there without me?
like those suffocating stars.
I'll be your willing abductee,
Staying behind these cold bars
I'll tell you what I see,
Games I hate to play,
Dreams in obscurity,
See us cold in grey.
In the pitch-black sky,
Two of us roaring,
In pain and so high,
I’m discolouring
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Anarky Taylor
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