Sweet Dreams of sadness, through the madness of contentment.
The reality of this dream of an uncomplete relationship can't be seen or heard.
Only felt through the emotions of ones crying heart.
With reprimands of demands given to ones self in retrospect of another.
Ungiven trust to obliged, with a routine to supply.
Where it might fail as a test, but get an A for the paper.
For the laws of it, through daily expenses seen fit.
Taken for granted at first, and lust on second.
You're not coming home today . . .
. . . because your love failed.



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