Casualities of day dreamers…
Are buried in my reverie-
Sequined-vivid and blood stained-
Are our: ‘Never To Be’s; ‘
Broken and in total disarray…
Long before we even began-
Fragile shards of splintered dreams…
In my memory bank they just hang;
Suspended in times empty spaces…
For all of my inner-in sleep to see…
Casualties of my hopeful dreamscapes-
Of our: ‘Never To Be’s’;
Never standing a chance in reality…
Shattered long before we could begin…
Sequined vivid blood stained shards-
Lay in a hopeless game of: ‘Never To Win’
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