What are dreams but avenues of despair
Dark corridors where he’ll gladly meet you there
But me no he doesn’t care
He won’t meet me anywhere

What are his lies but sugar for my screams
A place where nothing dreams
Where fears are window screens
And cries his favorite things

What are words but bullets for his gun
A web where lies are spun
A hole where I am none –
And he broke my heart just for fun

© Delia Ross. 2020

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