I’m with a beautiful, angelic, if timid dove.

Lust, loyalty and past friendship bonded us together. But still…

“Over there! There is a content embrace.” I would say as I jealously perceive a couple

Veering down hand in hand on every day’s road.

Especially if the fork on mine leads to the same place

How can I escape the visions through the looking glass?

Ever been hunted by a dream? One without a

Resolution? One without an absolution?

Secure in the fate that happiness has faded away and is now out of my reach.

The pain is now constant, yet subtle as thirst. As she smiles only in my delusions;

Its insane!

Lost in a subconscious cell. One my timid dove cannot ever deliver me from.

Love should not be called love if it is not returned.