Dreams

This is my way of coping
'Cause hoping only ends
with shrouds of dreams

Dreams of perfection are only reflections
of imposibilities
when my head falls in defeat
Because i'll never meet, their standards

Because i'm my own
and i flown away from their "norm"
I've sworn, not to care
still i tear myself apart
As the claws of my lonliness
tear through my heart, this poisonous routine

I see, true romance
I begin a trance
Into a daze, wishing that was me.

I lay back on my pillow
hoping to sleep, to sleep maybe to dream
to dream of what I'm missing

but knowing that I'm only
to wake with out that which i seek

Beside me
And with another turn
This depression is a lesson learned
I smile to stop the questions
If you could hear opposites
you would hear very clear confessions

of my heart
This art of watching a desired partner
then not taking even the smallest chance to move
'cause in the back of my head i hear a voice that soothes

Dont worry, you're not his type
I go through it night after night
The constant fight

Do i , me , myself pursue
And take the risk, of a total miss
I'm sorry i'm not his type
But i have to question myself
Would i really want to change who i am

Change myself , from my own man
To something that someone else wants?

No i'd rather just be me
I only wish that the desired could see

Me

--With A Short Story