Untilled
Every time I close my eyes
I think what was supposed to be
and how to move forward effortlessly.
Could someone like me merge into dreams unseen
to kiss your lips like a searing desert breeze?
These thoughts fade into blackness
when faces turn as if everything
that occurs is nonchalant
and unrecognized within
my hopeless woolgathering.
Joy4no1
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