Oh these dreams that haunt me every were I go, and yet
I never wish to loose there simplicity
And I never wish to change there complexity
These two extremes share a dreadful secret
What it is I dare not know
Even as curiosity takes in my soul
But the answer my dreams will never show
So now I ask
Does anyone know the secret, and will they ever tell it?
Or leave me on a string?
To think
To dream
To be who've I've always been
A dreamer
Awaiting her next dream
Will they ever be more than that though?
Will my dreams ever be more than just a few dreams?
I wonder
:search for the gay mr.right: by jipsey, literature
Literature
:search for the gay mr.right:
So gorgeous, is the victim you have chosen
His features delicate and bold, with his every motion
The one you have waited for all those years
After all those before him who confessed their fears
To many victims to count and it comes down to him
Lead him away, to your own secret place
where you only feel safe
THEN
The trepidation overtaking on an unbelievable scale
You look in the mirror to see your so pale
His blood on your hands
Your shirt and your pants
Its seems that he wasn't that great
You know you'll keep looking for your gay Mr. Right
Hoping the next one wont put up a fight