I dreampt to cry before I feared,
but never could I shed a tear.
My wishful thoughts once passed before,
what all my heart had held in store.
Love can be the worst of things,
the pitiful of sleep.
And all by lovely held in heart,
Once the colors turn to dark.
Stuck and always out of luck,
the wrinkled shirt that goes un-tucked,
Loveless all to many years,
fearful of so many fears.
But never could I shed a tear,
I dreampt to cry before I feared.

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

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