You're not beside me
you're not even real
and i want you more for it
and how i do want this
reality has stinging, bitter pain
while your bitter is sweet
and your kisses sting like cooling rain
how dearly i desire this
my lust for relationship, baseless, insecure
not to give or receive love
but to merely be a part of something
my lust for this fairly drips from my body
you can't exist, save for my belief
faith in supreme beauty of spirit
dogmatic devotion to love song and film
love story beauty cries for my touch
were it only true that real love could prove
would that my imagination could have some competition
if only you could be real |