fantasy

 

caressing the notion I open my dreams
with the fact fiction is better
My mind is great at creating alternate worlds out of this one

Sweet fantasy, nothing wicked can come this way
where men don't skeet and women don't fade
Interesting diction: our words are listened to, not just heard

taken to that sacred place where anything goes
here your intellect loved mine
and I wasn't held to the standard what does she look like

I'm a faded flower used to beguiling men
who doesn't understand I don't appear the same
reckless truth, telling you too much about me

sensuality in a glance, my eyes can still pierce yours
and if given a chance, can cause you to fantasize
perhaps you picture a dolly dumbwitted
somehow imbued with thought

It takes a lifetime of understanding to accomplish that
Still, hidden are gems even in youth; one can hope