Monday, July 25, 2011

To He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!

No, I can never touch you, nor feel you

Lying beside me under skies blue.

You are just the dream that I dream each night

Shedding thoughts of emotions wrong and right.

You tread on grounds beyond my reach,

And I pine for you, waking moment each.

But you are just a dream: my reality.


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