Why step into my dreams
When you have no intentions;
Of forming a part of my life,
Why take my mind hostage?
The memories, like gossamer,
Swirl across my mind in colors;
Wine tilts to catch the lights,
Akin to glimmer of my hopes.
You fade in and out easily
I learn you like a dark mystery;
If you won't penetrate my world,
Shall I go into yours instead?
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