Down the aisle of promises
Leading to dead flowers
Hard to look at when you want to be lost
Want to be found
Wanting
So we live inside a poem together
Swimming across oceans lost souls
Interpreting each other’s thoughts
Escape into a play on words
You could be me
If you knew my history
Reading dreams into reality
Lies into fantasies
Of what you would have me be
Would you like to take a peek
Into the soul of me
What you think you see and understand
May surprise you
