These delusions grow intoxicating
The daydreams: all encompassing
The sensibilities so strong
I wonder is it in truth a memory?
Have I lived this life of dreams?
Have I sat in sunlight
Through those windows
Sipping coffee and smiling of a morning
Reflecting and reveling in the time we've had
Planning and protracting all the time yet to come?
But the phantoms, lovely and cruel, fly from me
Murdering me slowly, saving me daily
These sadistic angels
Growing ever more beautiful
To my painful and longing eyes
I will despise you
I will delight in you
I will flee from you
I will seek you yet again
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As usual, you have such a way with words. I love you very much.
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