Micros

Within the thin line of the horizon
The future sounds its chime
from that enchanted place
begins the impatient wait for once upon a time


That intimate moment of surrender
silencing the reality
digressing into the metronome rhythm of inspiration
expressing the enthusiastic desires of the soul


Walking the fine line between timeline and fantasy
Blindfolded by desire
Shackled by circumstance.


You blow my ego
To inflate your own
Then poke me tiny pricks
That you may suck my pride


Hold your fire
For a solitary twin flame burns
With a pyre in their heart
Equal to the blaze in yours
Desperate for your spark


Geography was not our menace
but rather the stretching road within  
a far cry from what we dreamed


You are the disease in my blood
Ingrained like cocaine
And I, your willing addict

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