You haunt my dreams…. Slithering your way into the spotlight. I always know when its you, from the feeling my body takes. I Study your face and remember your power over me. Can smell you, even in the deepest sleep…. But I had to let go of you, And it seems that you refuse to do the same for me. I wont deny the pleasure that comes from your existence in my wonderland, But when I wake up, and my world of cards comes crashing down, The emptiness and loneliness begins to scar me. Each tear I cry for you, I turn more and more to the Tin Man… …soon I will have rusted my shell. I will be set off to see the wizard, he will have to fix me… But the man behind the Curtin, I know, will be you. Because you, Show yourself behind every hidden light. |
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