Friday, April 5, 2013

Fickle Dreams

I dreamt of a girl I could love
We met in a little cafe
It was a McDonalds before
She made it into something unique

We discussed her past boyfriend
A man I knew very well
About his quirks and habits and failings
It was filled with a scornful pity

Then I made the odd compliment
And she leaned in against my shoulder
And before I fully knew what happened
We were lost in each others lips

But then like all good dreams
Time slips away
And we had to go if we were to
Catch our yoga class

So we ran from here to there
Running into every distraction
And by the time we reached the theatre
She was someone else

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