fourteen two 

it's a dream, i hold tightly
dear life. not out, but in, wrapped in the heart of me
no warped genes, just affected temptations
no limitations, just a very thin line
the façade won't fool, so stop faking
the connection is real, I believe
in fate and in love with a twist
hand in hand with plato
underneath, behind.

not broken;
held together with hope of maybe
a salty midnight goodbye
a finger on the shoulder, the nape
breathing my thoughts into you
talking until the sun

it's a dream; you turn
crimson faced with trying
wrong, all along 

14.02.06