Dream Girl (Poem)
We all have our dreams, and desires in life. Wherever they be choice of careers, exploring the world, or even that perfect match.
Admit it, we've all had that dream significant other, the one who will release us from the sorrow of single life, the one who'll tell us "all is well", our knights in shining armour, or our damsels in distress.
This is a poem of MY Dream Girl (don't get jealous) Enjoy.
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BLACK STAIN OF LIFE
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Admit it, we've all had that dream significant other, the one who will release us from the sorrow of single life, the one who'll tell us "all is well", our knights in shining armour, or our damsels in distress.
This is a poem of MY Dream Girl (don't get jealous) Enjoy.
DREAM GIRL
I close my eyes, and see a beautiful lie.
An angel so pretty, beyond sublime.
Her features, her frame are just and pure,
yet her tantalising aura is strong, and lures
me into her grasp, in which she could cure
my deep depression that I'm sure.
There is no worry, and there is no care,
that she might betray me for a billionaire.
There are no games, and there are no tricks,
that might give her sadistic kicks.
There is only truth, and love unconditional,
just like it should be, staying traditional.
Forever, and ever is the promise we make.
Forever, and never and the fantasy breaks.
I close my eyes, and see a beautiful lie.
An angel waiting for me at the finish line.
Arms stretched out, and her light gently shines,
with a promise that she will one day be mine.
Always waiting to give me that chance,
to take her hand and start our eternal dance.
There is a lot we share,
of this magnificent affair.
Our needs, our wants,
our plans, our jaunts.
It's like we are of one mind,
connected and bind,
forever intertwined,
perfectly aligned.
My happy ending has found me at last,
my happy ending shatters like glass.
I close my eyes, and see a beautiful lie.
An angel who should most definitely be alive.
She tastes, and feels exultantly real,
but that's not the case, it wasn't part of the deal,
of our blissful rite, every single night.
Let me dream once more,
of this lying whore.
She's all I have, she's all I care for.
No real form makes my heart this warm,
or swirls, or twirls,
no one but this dream girl.
Please let me keep her,
please I insist.
She's everything I desire,
even if she doesn't exist.
I would rather live my lie,
than somebody else's.
Let me feel this high,
before I come to my senses.
I close my eyes, and see a beautiful lie.
Always, and forever, until the day I die.
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