I’m on a forward bound train,
Going nowhere,
And there you are.
Once again.
Inside my dreams.
(Why won’t you leave?
You don’t want me.)
I reach my hand to touch,
Your golden hair.
I pull you close to me,
Feel the smoothness of your cheek,
Feel the power of those,
Blue, blue eyes.
And you say to me:
“I’ve decided to stop,
Fighting you.”
This won’t do.
“Fight me,”
And our lips meet.
Then I wake up.
The room is filled with sun.
And I just want to run.
Drive so far away,
You never have to see my face.
Maybe then,
We can forget.
-I think this one sucks.
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