A Shape In a Dream
In my dreams,
she is only a shape,
she has no smell,
she has no face.
She is an idea,
she is not real,
the wanting, the need,
the terror I feel.
She is a demon,
that possesses me,
she is an angel,
leaving me incomplete.
Only through consciousness,
I manage escape,
from the vulnerability,
of a heart that could break.
She is the void,
only love can create,
my reason to be,
my romantic fate.
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