by Skyler Wolf Jones

Created on: December 12, 2008

The dreams I break, when I mistake, the loss in satisfaction,
I cannot fake, for when I awake, I am my own distraction,
All I can intake, is everything I make, becoming my infraction,
To the thoughts I rake, for heavens lake, is love inside my action.

It finds me weak, and wins its streak, until I am alone,
There is no peak, when my hearts bleak, it bundles into stone,

And on my cheek, the writing may leak, the blood upon the throne,
Now I'm not meek, and hardly sheik, I'd say I'm quite unknown.

I'm happy hear, where I don't fear, the man inside my head,
He is sincere, when love is near, for the lady becomes the bread,
To slightly veer, into the mirror, I look to see me shed,
My confusion clear, to invite and steer, the girl my way instead.

Now she is mine, I must define, what I mean by mine my friend,
Its all a line, I don't incline, that her rights are of mine to defend,
She is fine, and that's my sign, I'm ready to make my amend,
To watch her shine, from five to nine, or until the day comes end.

If this were real, then I should feel, the pull of starting traction,
To be the steal, and her greatest deal, though its hard to tell the fraction,
The dreams I break, when I mistake, the loss in satisfaction,
I cannot fake, for when I awake, I am my own distraction.

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