Close the curtains on my forgotten shame,
and I will surely have no flustered cheeks.
For if my heart had a mouth to speak,
it'd stop all these painful games.
And if wishes had strings,
it would most likely be called a leash,
where every one can tug on them,
but no one had the right to take them,
make them,
or break them.
Maybe we'd all have twinkles in our eyes,
if stars only shined on a single individual,
just to show off something not worth knowing,
or even pretending to care.
If only cliffs had styrofoam bottoms,
I could jump off,
hoping there was a jagged rock
somewhere, not covered by the softness.
And the endless persisting dream,
of somewhere far off where
nobody had a right to call of names
in an undermizing tone,
and all the shadows could come out to play in dark
& nobody had the heavily purple made bags
under dreary eyes to which might indicate they're tired.
But well, that is truly where all dreams
& wishes come from;
Sleep.
