Was it all just a dream?
03/30 2022
Now was it all just a dream;
Although I know I can make it.
Beneath the midnight lamp's light,
Muttering.
An old rusted car passes by,
Sputtering.
In my dreams I can still taste it.
Slightly flowery,
Slighty ethereal,
As I wake but a brief sound
Of a tiny door opening,
And another closing.
Then punctured repeatedly
By the next (pink haired) mirage.
Could I ever say I'm not hopeless ---
Ly destined for anything
But broken, old-fashioned love?