welp.
you are not the first and you wont be the last.
i smile and i laugh and i let you off the hook because its just the truth
that none of you look and see anything valid
maybe when i’m old i won’t care
about the fire and drowning despair;
that passion that heats
your veins, like catharsis, or
an act of love on a body you’re taught to hate.
still, in the early morning
of a bright and burning day,
i wish to hang on to my daydreams
of lovers await.
and though dreams fade away
with the sun’s unflinching gaze,
the truth doesnt interest me now.
just the glow in the dark, between
the dreams and the sunlight,
where time comes on and on;
and even though i know
that the passion will get gone,
i want my moment in the sun.
someone please write me a Gross Fictional Short Story that can easily be self-insert
