Reality
In the horizon I can see,
a figure of masculinity.
Carrying flowers for his love.
I wish it were him I thought of.
Romantic, not a care to be had.
No tears I shed when I am sad.
You would feed me grapes under the moon.
Sing me ballads making me forever swoon.
The stars would sparkle and shine.
Knowing forever you would be mine.
Then I could say I truly felt love.
Adored like a sweet cooing dove.
We can then be married together.
I could take your name forever.
The honeymoon would be bliss.
Every night sealed in a passionate kiss.
Then when I awake to a mountain of laundry.
Breakfast eggs where the yolks are runny.
Children screaming about life unfair.
A lost tennis shoe seems to be nowhere.
The bills were all due last week.
My voice is to hoarse I can barely speak.
I stare out the kitchen window with a dish in hand.
The pets are begging for me to meet their demand.
This is how real life turns out, so back to work,
washing my plates, spoons, and dirty forks.
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