There is softness in your words as you comfort me
reaching deep inside these walls made of sadness
created in a moment of such confusing madness
when in between dreams I was meant to be free.
I wish I could in turn provide you with the dreams
and fuel a passion hidden between cold sheets
and white lonely walls empty with the deceits
of a stable life lacking the emotional extremes.
But sometimes creating our own perfect place
will never fully satisfy the everlasting longing
for a flawless love and a sense of belonging
to somebody’s heart and someone’s embrace.
Now I push you away in my attempts to create
an acceptable reality that will not cause the pain,
without foolish dreams that we love to entertain
and content ourselves without having to escape.
There is softness in your words as I only knew
and I think about it while staring at the wall
in between cold sheets with no passion at all
while letting go of dreams of caressing you.