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Fantasy Fulfilled

Poetry By: B Sincere


Submitted:Jul 1, 2010    Reads: 54    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

The moment I close my eyes, a fantasy opens from naive and hopeful lies. Where reality's broken, and my dreams are the tools that could fix a fiend on a drug called love. Hoping it dopes me up keeping me high, above infatuation. Which is a love that's so corrupt, and only cares about the physical instant gratification. Heart stripped bare. Condition critical. leaving your soul emotionally naked, frightened, pumping adrenaline. Because of a subliminal fornication. where your imaginations tainted, with a so called criminal complication. Which can be oh so confusing and dangerous. Collapse your good judgment and abuse your patience. Attack and cloud second guessing. That little bit of something that makes you think before you act; and take a second look on your journey. Don't just blink, move, and react or you'll just be a lonely crook who eventually fades to black. so with all that said, I finally open my eyes from the dream. Where an invited darkness fills your head with temptation. Well in fact I'm done having you waiting. I'm ready for love but are you ready for me! B Sincere


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