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Tears on a pillow
Sometimes I write about girls I don't know
But wish I did, I fashion them as beautiful
Creatures, I make their hair soft, their eyes
Warm and their hearts glow with love. They
Are not real girls simply idealised sketches,
Figments of my imagination - dream girls
Pixels of perfection I don't know and
Probably never will.
It's nice I think to idealise the unlikely,
Situations that never existed, places one can't
Find on a map, a wonderful way to say
Goodbye to the day with a beautiful creature
Running wild beside you, there but at the same
Time not there. I had a love once in fact twice,
But now following a brace of broken hearts I
Prefer to dream...
Sometimes I give the girls names, pretty names
Easily whispered, easily written with a moist finger
On a comely breast, shadows of the mind, they
Breathe the air I breathe, and as such are intimately
Known to me, I know them by name, shape, height,
Weight and birthday, I know everything there is to
Know about them.
Love when it dies leaves behind a ghost, a tooled
Impression on the heart that cannot and will not
Be erased and oftentimes as I have found, haunted
Nights are made easier by turning these ghosts into
Kinder nicer creatures thus overcoming a profound
Sense of longing and loss, it's all in the mind of
Course - but better there than tears on a pillow.
© Joseph G Dawson