you are not around.
to say goodnight, and fight back those fears in my dreams.
so to sleep i go with no goodnights,no soft breathing to match my own.
and dream.
your sweet pretender, i'm for lend to any of your friends.
make use of me for here i am, i love you.
use me as, when i was a small girl, used dolls to act out scenes.
let me act out your will, because you wish it in your dreams.
i sneak in,peek in,snoop, and ride the flows of your dreams.
i watch your desires play out in my own mind.
your thoughts unkind.
you want me to bend which way and that way.
to fold down to the floor and arch back up under your binding will.
grinding back down to the floor,you push and pull.
i shape into what ever shape you will, any animal,any form,anything.
i am your slave.
and i leave your dreams.
i go back into my own head and think back.
i think.
of how true it is inside, no matter how hard my outside self fights it.
i will bend and change and mold form for you.
i am
your small
holdable, plaything.
your toy
slave.
so in my dreams i tell you everything
all my secrets all my hopes,all my dreams.
you are mine and i am yours and we fall to the floor together.
to sleep.
and awake.
once more i act the part.
and once more you
are so sweet.
my lover.
my friend.
my owner.
i
fly.
i fly when i dream.
i fall far and father.
i jump off things.
i have places no one can find me.
and places i thought they couldn't and was wrong.
i had people who died,alive.
and
i had people alive, who died.
there is only three places i visit more then once in my dreams.
all of them are special.
i have died in everyone.
i love them.
i wish i could explain them.
but they are mine.
so sorry.
<3
 Never Ask Dante · Tue Jun 03, 2008 @ 04:30am · 4 Comments |
