My dreams are haunted by the possibilities
My subconscious daring to imagine
That which I long for, hope for,
But am skeptical will ever happen;
Even more terrified of the heartbreak
I’d be forced to endure,
And I do not know if I can survive even once more
Torn, in both heart and mind;
Near paralyzed by both fear and hope,
And fear once more.
Hating this game we seen to be playing,
But getting a thrill nonetheless.
Hope, it shouldn’t be the enemy,
Yet I must treat it as such.
Still, one should be able to
Allow ourselves the luxury of
Feeling safe and secure in the arms of a beautiful man…
If only in our dreams