If only I could be the dream
That mesmerizes you within-
Like the leather hanging loud
From the shoulders of a mannequin.
As we walk through rainy dusks-
Of deeds undone and dispatched woes,
Some raindrops rest against the heart
Some yesteryear’s anecdotes.
With noisy intent as pages turn-
Revealing words -hollow as life,
Somewhere somehow it can be heard-
The cries of a wanton strife!
The sacrifice of tears and smiles
Bringing together lost chagrin-
If only you could be the dream
That mesmerizes me within!
That mesmerizes you within-
Like the leather hanging loud
From the shoulders of a mannequin.
As we walk through rainy dusks-
Of deeds undone and dispatched woes,
Some raindrops rest against the heart
Some yesteryear’s anecdotes.
With noisy intent as pages turn-
Revealing words -hollow as life,
Somewhere somehow it can be heard-
The cries of a wanton strife!
The sacrifice of tears and smiles
Bringing together lost chagrin-
If only you could be the dream
That mesmerizes me within!
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