Are you a dream-like reality or a real dream?
Or were you sculptured from the marble of my dream?

Your body is that of God, perfection is your name.
I yearn to touch you, fulfilling my naughtiest dream

But why are you so cold? Where are the smile and warmth?
These cool eyes and malicious sneer were not my dream.

Desires disappear, tears fall, hopes turn in despair.
You treat me like nothing. That wasn't part of my dream.

I go away, leaving you with your plastic beauty.
You are just an alien, far from my beautiful dream.







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