Roses and Thorns

Heavy Dreams

I loved the idea of being in love. Just like I loved the idea of you

The idea.

That's all it ended up being

Because the truth was clear

I only wanted the name, all I saw was perfection but that wasn't the case.

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You'd come at my door, knock a couple of times

I'd swing it open with such excitement-not seeing you for a day were the equivalent of years.

My smile wide as you hand me a bouquet of roses, they were velvety red and the smell of sweet fire.

You'd pull me in filled with lust and imagination into a loving kiss

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My dreams were heavy

Because that fateful day you didn't come ring my doorbell.

In fact, you stormed in with hatred gleaming in your eyes. Angry me, I didn't know why this time. It was the same story..

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It was all a dream

My love for you had been the past and our present was long gone

Yes, I loved the idea of you but not who you've become.