An escort to my reverie,
Dim-lit ambience,
Waiting patiently, for it to settle.
A quick drag of the vapour
as I inhale,
I look up in acceptance,
A submission to the intoxication.
A subtle artistry,
To resign from reality,
And into my fantasy,
Where everything else takes a back-seat.
I look into his eyes,
And wish he looks at mine, forever,
Then he holds my hand,
Takes me into his World.
I wish for a longer night,
Scavenging for memories,
to wake up at dawn,
With a pleased smile.
A smile that would get me
through This defying Authenticity
Of what is, the reality,
That he's not mine to keep.
It's hard to say
What's doing more damage,
The inebriation,
Or the desire to be with him.
Everytime a part of me
is drawn incessantly,
A perfect drug to a near end,
Of what I cease to be.
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